So as not to keep you hanging..

*msn: Trying to quiet the voice in my head, it

Speckles of yellow gold-leaf/yellow-gold leaves, translucent floating slivers in the glow of a sun-like street lamp.

I felt like falling…into a pinkish-purple softly cloudy sky.

There is really nothing like the feeling, nay, the absolute and certain knowledge that you have, yet again, wantonly squandered whatever luck the universe threw your way when it gave you near 14 days in which to read, swallow, basically breathe in your very worst subject, and you don’t.

Two real days of studying left – typing this is giving me that creepy-crawly-ticklishly gruesome feeling that starts just beneath the skin on the back of your hands, spreading upwards along the funny elbow bone, then the spine and tensing every hair to the point you’re sure they’re gonna just fall off and you wish you could do the same.

So I will stop now.

No blogging till after Thursday, at least.

Be good people.