I have three tests in a row on Friday. 9am, 10am, 11am.
Must – ohdearisaidit – study.
Besides this growing sense of urgency I think I should say a thing or two about my apparent disinterest in things outside my books. It isn’t apparent. It’s real. Compared to the blast of fresh air that was my Logos Hope experience, so far this is like a smog. That ship took me to fountains of colour, sound, and sensation. This is all so dreary, so monochromatic! Come to think of it, the books aren’t so thrilling either. Time to hit the books. If only the books would hit me back.
