My life, at this current stage in time, seems a roller-coaster ride of jubilant, potentially drug induced (in some cases) highs, and moments of banging my head against the wall and querying "WHY? WHY? WHHHHHHHHHY?". [Note: these are rhetorical questions, please do not feel that you have to answer them]

While there is, of course, the immense relief that, after 13 years, my schooling is finally complete (hurrah, hurroo), there is of course the ever looming prospect of exams that, despite the insistence of everyone, have great and far-reaching consequences for the rest of my life, and are rapidly approaching like a train speeding down a tunnel. That, my friends, is what is causing the light.

Additionally, my overly active psyche, combined with the stress of impending doom, has rebelled against me, and left me with a psychosomatic illness. Hilariously, the disease IS in my head. Un-hilariously it has left me with a cough that rattles windows, causes passers-by to ask "is there an earthquake?", and has me in genuine fear that, if I am not careful I will cough out my lungs. Tragically ironic for one who has never even considered "taking a quick puff".

I also fluctuate rapidly between "deathly ill" and "drunkenly happy".

Still, I have at least the satisfaction of having seen Thor take a sip of red-wine. The gag reflex and expression of suffering that came ever so quickly to his face was pure gold. It is the little things that make us the most happy sometimes.

Au Revoir.