(Almost) Dead Girl Typing

*msn: Prowly vegetarian jungle cat – where is my potato……

(don’t ask)

Jittered up higher than I’ve ever been, feel like I’m on extra-strength caffeine, and dull rods of prickled pins are poking at my feet.

My back is all creepy-crawly and my heart is going bumpity-bump-bump-bump; a thousand bumps (or more) a minute.

Results tomorrow.

Can’t write – fingerbones a-queasy.

Do me a favour; if I don’t mention I passed everything, don’t ask if I did.