Giant Twister

So today, instead of revising I managed to quite spectacularly procrastinate, to the point where first thing this morning (9am) I went to the Uni, to the Aston Webb Media Centre to learn what I'm going to be doing next week with a bunch of kids. This was followed by going home via Tesco's where I met a Blind guy from Bristol, got talking about Public Policy, had a debate about equal rights, ended up going for coffee and lunch to debate it further, and then leaving Via Mike's house...where I used my powers of persuasion to get them all to agree to come with me to the Guild, again, to play Giant Twister. I then went home to put my Tesco's shopping in the fridge, Said Goodbye to Tariq who left today, went back and collected 53's rabble, and went to the Astroturf where Giant twister happened. I then spent a nice afternoon in the sun playing Giant twister, flashing my knickers, and failing quite spectacularly to catch frisbees and mini rugby balls. I then declined an offer to spend the rest of the late afternoon in the Goose and instead answered my brain's guilty cries of revision and finally finished typing up the essay I wrote yesterday, and made a plan of it, and then repeated the plan over and over. I am now in the process of trying to learn said plan.

It bothers me that really, for once, I'm not stressing about this exam. Don't know why, maybe I've lost my will to fight, I think that is it, I feel I've been fighting academia and hence being stressed out since September. I don't think I can do it any more. I don't want to do it any more! I refuse to get stressed out over this exam. I know the stuff, I have recently written about it, no more than 3 weeks ago in my dissertation. I just need to learn the plan and I will be able to write it. Why Stress?

Of course this might all change tomorrow when I realise I have ONLY tomorrow to learn the plan!