Too Little, Too Late.

It's kind of satisfying to know that after tomorrow, I don't ever have to worry about Maths again. I think I've finished with revising for it now, not much more I can do except remember all the things I need to remember and get up on time tomorrow morning. I am so fed up with being cooped up in this house (though to be fair it has been beautiful, and I have been outside sunbathing quite a bit), tomorrow I'm contemplating walking to school for my exam in the morning, or at least walking back at 10 or whatever time it finishes. I kind of made a fatal mistake to just assume I had 3 exams this week. When in reality you can times that number by two and actually kill me please.

My father went shopping and bought me every type of energy drink he could see, to aid my late nights revision which kept me up until 3 last night. See, I am trying to get it together. There is such thing as too little, too late though.