Oh, and a Will and Grace rerun can always be counted on too!

Did my exam, am sure I passed. Wrote loads on distemper, who knew I knew? Next comes Immunology and the lab exam and THAT, along with Bacteriology which I already got rid of, ends the disgraceful trinity we call Microbiology *oh furball*.

The problem is, now more than ever, I seem to have non-stop exams. I went to lunch with Ana just now and she said that simply hearing abt it made her nervous bcs how can people live like that. The obvious answer is they cannot, not very well, or at least not w any discernible quality of life. I have great hopes that next year will be better bcs I will have got rid of the subjects from previous years that were making my life hell, and bcs the subjects are generally more interesting. But we will still have long exam periods (including the studying which starts in earnest a month or a month and a half bfr the actual exams) and exams in btwn bcs they've shortened the evaluation period in such an effective manner that now all exams do not fit in and some have to be done bfr that. And I need to find ways to deal with the stress that do not involve regression and peaprincessing bcs it is not bery grown up is it and besides the only foot I shoot is mine, and overall my pride is hurt.

As for the other things I have to fix:

- Switched cat food and J.I.P. loves the Ecstasy in it but she is adamant that she loves me far, far more, and that she must follow me everywhere and lick my eyelids to wake me up at 5 am and obstinately be in my face when I am studying, rubbing her jaw on every available centimetre and thus effectively blinding me and making me eat hair when I'm trying to study. It is so bad that I try to never make eye contact when she's quiet bcs then she remembers she must love me, deeply, visibly, at all times.
- Hum-Hum, the three-legged one, is now positioned behind my hair trying to bite off and swallow as much of it as possible bcs her furballs, of which there have been legion, especially at night, on the bed, are not impressive enough. She's aiming for a cross-species breed. When that fails, she licks my jumper, lick lick lick, non-stop, I move it and she folows, three legs and all, and when that too fails she licks available CDs and I have an inkling why and let me tell you this cat food will never be bought again, in fact, we might just have to buy some and mix both bcs this is beginning to look too much like diet-induced dementedness.
- My hair, I'm surprised Ana didn't faint. I need to have it cut, I need to have it highlighted, WHERE TO GO? I was even forced to hold it back from my face with two barrets and THAT is not a look I've ever sported, I look rather - un-me-eish plus hair is too thick and they keep being pulled outwards, like hairy head wings. Still, she liked my Lioness shirt. I bought a Lioness shirt, I now own a Lioness shirt, did you know? I am far too pale for it just now and it makes my boobs mysteriously smaller but - Lioness shirt! Here:

And now it's time to lie on the sofa with Good Omens [How obscene is it to have bought it almost a week ago and not have gone past p.25 or something. And it's brilliant, too! Will fix now.], and there's a medical program on with real surgery and cases, yey, and tonight we'll go for dinner at my friend Manel's and then maybe we'll watch Inside Man if we don't come back too late and I'll pretend I don't have to start studying something vile again tomorrow.