I hate exams. I hate how I always seem to forget that I actually have work to do until, oh, I don't know, a week beforehand. I can't wait until this is all over and I can bake and sew and generally lounge around being ridiculous. The photo above is from my friend's birthday party, for which we baked ridiculous amounts of food, in the hope that some would be left for a spot of breakfast the next day. Nope, all gone.
Until then I'm all "Oh, hello strong black coffee and pro-plus, I've not seen you in a while, mind if I abuse you for a couple of days?". Cue massive jitters and worried looks from flatmates. Don't worry, I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine I'm fine why would you ever think I wasn't fine because I'm totally fine.