Tonight I am, like Westley, mostly dead. I'm sure wheezing 'true love' is about all I can manage. My internal clock is readjusting to getting up in the morning...
Uni is going to be psycho the next three weeks. Assignments galore and all that jazz. But I've not died of uni yet, or even failed anything, so that're really all ok.
And my exam that I was worried about, I did ok in: two-three marks above average. Someone got eleven out of thirty; I don't envy them.