There is nothing funner than breaking your shoulderblade, ONLY JUST getting it out of a shoulder sling, and then discovering you have to write what equates to literally HALF of your final year of your degree in 8000 words in about 3 days.

I hate my life sometimes. God, I am in soooo much pain! And all i can do is spew academic vomit at the keyboard and hope someone thinks it sounds clever enough to give me a nice flat hat and a scroll and send me on may way.

Not long now kids, not long at all. Graduation on the 15th of July, hopefully! Just gotta get this piece of life-wrecking junk on the percieved reliability of object movement (I know, i thought i was doing a psychology degree too) finished, bound and signed, do 3 exams and bid bon voyage to education for the forseeable future!

Wish me luck....

yesterday I drank so much tea i started twitching.