bad hair day

Didn't sleep enough to come back to my bearable self today. After a few too early wake-ups (not to oversleep the exams), pissed with my apparent lack of knowledge, I left. Used up all my rational thinking there and came back with an excellent 5! and a decent 4+ but tired as hell. Few hours left before I realised I was actually doing everything to make my man hate me and that what I needed was not another red bull or coffee but a modest calming tea. Ended up doing Puss in Boots' eyes (please, don't hate me, blink-blink) and sipping something called extreme chillout soda. Calm down, come down. It works for me.
I - too often to be right - seem to believe speed is a value per se.

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