The End Is Nigh

Ah, 6:17am. That wonderful time when you realise that you've been up all night and you've got an exam in 3 hours. Not only that but you're still no closer to assimilating the information required to pass it. I'm trying to find some way to put a positive spin on this situation - silver lining and all that - but it's not easy to do. I know I've failed one of my modules (unless the global mark ranges are bought up by about 13%) and probably failed another (mathematically a pass is still possible) - that's two retakes - and I don't yet have the marks back for most of my modules this year. In other words I may well have totally fucked up the year, although I'm really hoping I haven't. Really, really hoping.

Nope, there's no silver lining in this cloud - and it's a fuck-off great big black one too. I have a terrible feeling that this week is rapidly snowballing its way towards hell - and we all know what happens when you mix metaphors after 21 hours without sleep.

Spad.