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I am now in my last hour as the President of DocSoc. As per the last two years, I am organising my last event with about twenty minutes to go until I leave the house. This is the end of a glorious tradition of flying by the seat of my pants, all the while pretending to be calm, composed, and on top of things. Okay, that's a lie.

I will write about being slightly distraught re: having to step down later. At the moment too busy being knackered, worrying about numbers for the meal (hope the restaurant don't mind us being about 12 less than I said), and my teeth hurting. Also I need to get changed and sort out my nail varnish between now and... argh, no time!

Wish me luck: I'm not running for anything this time, at least.