I am going insane. I actually think that by September 8th I will be a gibbering wreck incapable of anything except drooling and gibbering. Why that date specifically, it’s the last day I’m working. My revision is driving me mad at the moment so I’m ignoring it for the rest of the night and will get back to it tomorrow. I have two weeks left and I know I can pass it but right now it’s driving me up the bloody wall. Work still gets to me. It’s leaving me constantly tired right now. Every moment I’m awake I don’t want to be (no, I’m not being emo, I’m just really tired). I can’t recuperate at this rate. At the end I will actually just collapse into a heap on the floor and not move for a week. Anyone (with a couple of exceptions) who asks me to do anything will be told none too politely where to shove it.
Nothing happened really this week. I went to the pub the other night, I went to Carlisle yesterday. Both were fun. I’m tired, bye.
Rinion Eruanna
