hawkwing_lb | Fifteen-hour countdown.

Fifteen hours to go and this is over. I'm not quite throwing-up nervous. But all in all? This has been more nerve-wracking than trying to hang out of the yardarm of a moving brig. And I say that who has no head for heights.

This hasn't been my favourite month ever. There are a bunch of things I'm still kicking myself over about Thursday - probable factual errors, approaching the wrong questions - and I don't even want to think about tomorrow. It's a so-called 'gobbet' paper: relatively short answers, commenting on images or texts. And I can answer, but if I did better than a 2.2 on Thursday I'll be amazed. So I need a high 2.1 at least. God help me.

Yeah. I might be a little obsessed here. Not very good at studying, but obsessed, nonetheless. And eating paracetamol like little jelly-bean sweets. I've had a headache since the beginning of last week.

I can do this. I'm going to be hollow as all fuck when it's over, but I can do this. And what happens next, I wonder? It's easy to obsess over exams. It helps me not think about all the things that come after. Like falling off the edge of the world.

Anyway. See you on the other side.