T’was the night before Accounting Finals
December 07, 1999
and all through my house, my family was sleeping, but not this poor mouse (Jerry). The study session at D. Lam library proved to be extremely informing – I’m rather screwed for the final. Solution: pull all nighter and study till the crack of dawn, or the crack of my head… whichever comes first. Sigh. Then I’ll have an afternoon to sleep and then one full day of studying before the next final. Most probable is the event of me staying up again to study. At least my finals are spaced out a bit. I have a friend who has a crazy crazy finals’ schedule. Good luck to him. Good luck to me. Good luck to all of us with finals.
To prepare for the upcoming battle with the Sandman, I stowed away safely; one litre of water, a big cannister of cookies and biscuits, and of course, my lovely lovely pack of Du Mauriers – which is dumb because I don’t smoke in the house anyway. Aargh. My first smoke will probably be at the bus stop at 7:30am (only eight hours from now).
Quake, eat, drink, toilet, study, quake, study, study, study, shower, bus, final, home, sleep, sleep, sleep.
This news should’ve been on the main page. It was supposed to be a short rant on how i’m not gonna sleep tonight. Oh well.
Yeah yeah, I know the message board is fucked up. I’ll fix it later. Much later.
