I'm a leaf on the wind. Leaf on the wind, I say!

What is it about exam time? Or, more specifically, the run-up to exam-time? Seriously, I get so damned distracted by the most minor things...


1. Why did my purple gel pen have to run out?

2. Why do I really, really like James Blunt's Out of my Mind?

3. Why is it that certain words are suddenly impossible to spell? Like haemorrhage? How many m's? How many r's? Does it really need that second h? And don't get me started on intussusception.

4. Why does Sod's Law have a subsection stating that all decent concerts/book-signings/comedy shows must be held during my exam fortnight? I am missing the Frames' first gig in the Point and Neil Gaiman's appearance on Rattlebag not to mention shows by half of the Panel's regulars.

5. Where is this sudden urge to read Remus/Sirius coming from? Even the eye-bleeding stuff? Save me.



I feel like throwing a hissy-fit but I think that's what my sense of procrastination wants me to do.I'm on to it*, though! I won't let it lull me into a false sense of security, oh no. I know all about its cunning wiles.



*I don't know what it is but it's not getting the better of me.