It has been a very... busy twenty four hours.
Exams started yesterday. I wrote my Electronic Devices exam, which I thought went rather well. I didn't quite finish it, but I only left six marks of 135 blank, so that shouldn't cost me *too* much.
Care and I went grocery shopping (which is always mildly amusing), and went out to Jack Astor's for dinner, as one just recently had their grand opening. Or rather, seem to still be having their grand opening, as the hostess was decked out in what, while it wasn't actually an evening gown, would still be quite suitable to a night at the theatre.
Things started to go downhill from there.
We usually watch some TV before we go to bed (we're on season 2 of Lois and Clark at the moment), and I got into bed with a bit of a headache. No big deal, happens a lot. By the end of the episode, it had segued into a migraine, without much warning (which is a nasty little trick that I hope *never* repeats itself). To make a long story short, I watched a lot of late night television, and netted about fourty-five minutes to an hour of actual unconsciousness last night - I hesitate to call it actual sleep.
Did I mention I had my Math exam to write this morning, at 8 am?
Fortunately enough, at about 8:30am, my head just.... stopped hurting for about a half hour, which was just enough time for me to turn that test over my knee. I finished a 2 hour test in one hour, with a mild migraine to boot, and I will be very surprised if I get less than an 80% on it. By the time I got outside, though, my head started throbbing again, although not nearly as severely as it did before.
And strangely, I feel no urge to go try and take a nap.
I've also been having some strange dreams lately. Stranger than normal for me, anyway. Shannon, you'll be
aroused amused to know that I did in fact have that dream about you, Care, and inappropriate uses for the inventory of an office supply store.
Monday night I dreamt that I was at school, and I bought a can of coke from the machine. Well, wouldn't you know that the can of coke had the mark for the lab test I'd done that day (and poorly, I might add), and it was 85%! I was all proud for a moment before I realized that it couldn't possibly have been my mark, as I had a Diet Coke in my hand, and I always get regular coke.
Then last night (this wasn't really a dream, but I think it counts), as I was lying in bed trying to doze off, I had the song '1985' looping in my head because of an AMV I'd just seen, and I had a little fantastic journey where I stole a yellow minivan and went out in search of Prozac to fix my head.
I wouldn't mind for exams to be over so I don't have to put up with this crazy stress stuff anymore.