The Family leaves the house every morning, and I'm left to study in total peace. Alone. Exams!

I've taken to holding silent conversations with myself. In my head. Left brain to right, front brain to back. With that occasional audible expression and gesture. To the walls. To my kitchen stove. To my laptop. My desk. My Soci textbook. Argh. Exams!

On the nights that I need to enter LalaWorld fast, I stare at the ceiling with my brain functioning at top speed. On nights that don't matter, plonk and I'm off. Either way, I dream weird weird weird quasi-dreams-nightmares. Queer. Exams!