My left hand is all painful and swollen up in the middle. The worst part is I didn't even hurt it doing something heroic, or in an accident. I wilfully beat up my left palm to gain all-important coins playing Mario Party on N64 earlier. Stupid painful minigames. Grinding your hand round and round on the analogue stick is the only way to turn it fast enough to win, but it also effing hurts. Three! Three turning games in a row! Where the hell are health and safety when they might actually be useful, eh?
And why the hell am I blogging at 25 past midnight?
Oh yeah. Because I don't have to get up tomorrow morning, because I've FINISHED MY EXAMS!! 
Until next year, that is. But that'll do for the present. It's a pity that you only appreciate sleep when you've finished doing it.
Oh God I need to sort out my accompanist for grade 8. I was supposed to somehow contact her and ask her if she can do the day they've given me; being a teacher at school she might very well be teaching at 10am! Stupid Associated Board. Stupid hard exam that I actually have to practice for. Stupid Mozart writing stupidly hard horn concertos. Chris'll kill me for not ringing him back. 
