Our games being done, we plunge back into the whirlpool to witness the tragic loading of a Moorish bed, and such like. I trust that my bewilderment was not as bad as the weaver's and that I was actually writing sense. It felt like the day on which we did GP, where I got to school feeling all bleary-eyed from a lack of sleep. Well, it will pass, although right now, I'd rather have an amorous liaison in a garden than study. But sacrifices have to be made.
So, we are back into the fray. Two thirds of lit is done, and the rest of the week looks set to be one of non-stop rushing and mugging. I'm looking forward to the dinner on Friday, where I can unwind again. There are benefits to starting the prelims earlier. You don't spend so much time in anxiety before it, and you finish earlier. Ah well, here's to the end then.
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