Slapdash

Mmrmm. 8am paper today.

I woke up at about 6.00am, turned the alarm off, looked at the bathroom door and saw that the door was closed, light coming from inside. Sister already showering. Hmp.
Back to bed. Just a tad more rest.

I woke up at about 7.12am, realised this, bolted to the shower, tried to smear on the liquid soap as I washed self. Got out, put on uniform, took bag, left. Dashed to mrt. "Arriving in 3 minutes", it said.

Entered exam venue, sweating, at about 7.50am. Took stuff. Sat down.

Phew.

(friggin 5th-level venue)
(fraggin people-already-using-elevator. rar)
"lolnotsobadwhatHope that's the answer!shitnotime"

and
"OhshitnodictionaryHope that's the answer!"

And then you realise that it's there to be done whether you want to take it away or not. And then it's so much easier to want to do it, because it'll be there so long that you start to have fun with it.

Z?

Time to edit an old post.

-Zan