Is it just me, or is there something fundamentally A Bit Silly in having psych appointments at 7:30 in the morning?

*stumbles out the door*

Okay. Psych appointment attended, furniture people visited, if a little pointlessly, ancient book vouchers expended, books bought, and breakfast/coffee/juice/fresh air obtained. Now, to fill out and hand in my options and thesis topic forms for next year, and obsessively re-check the exam timetable.

God, exams.

T_T

I've changed my mind. I JUST WANT TO LISTEN TO JAPANESE POP AND READ ABOUT WISE-CRACKING SKELETON DETECTIVES FOR THE REST OF MY NATURAL LIFE. IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK.

...Someone talk me out of signing up for the Assassination tournament in Dublin this summer.