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I have deliberately put my comfy-but-ugly Primark y-front girl pants on this morning so that I cannot put them on my head. I imagine by the time I take my jeans off to attempt the crowning-with-pants a kind person will lead me from the exam room.

Here's hoping, anyway. I haven't shaved my legs in a while, so it wouldn't be a pretty sight if I did try.

Also I had a dream last night about Davy Jones being the Flying Spaghetti Monster and Galadriel being a transsexual. Um.

To anyone listening: if you could arrange for the gobbets to be the ones I already know, that would be fab. And for there to be a zippy question that I can answer. Oh, and a warm sports hall because today is fucking freezing as it is, what with the gales and all.

STOMACH THIS IS NOT AN APPROPRIATE TIME. I think I'm having growing proof that stress is a big factor too.

I will so not be as nervous for the other exams because they are not quite so awful. I always don't do as well as I should in modern history exams. ARGLE.

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The exam... happened.

What is important to remember is that, at no point, I put my underwear on my head. Personally, I think this is a success.

And now, I go and relax. Or something like that. Two more to go!

*collapses*