came home from library at 11 last night, having spent 3 hours reviewing latin with a classmate although we still didn't get through a third of our lines. looked at piles of cicero and said heck and went to sleep. got up at 7 this morning prepared to stuff some last-minute knowledge in empty nob but got into a long icq conversation with su-lin about chocolate hoarding. (she argues for delayed gratification. i argue that delay sometimes results in mould.) and whether tennyson is more important than pratchett. (stupid woman didn't read idylls cos she was reading small gods!!!!!) and how chocolate is produced by child labour according to addy's blog and why the transparent hummingbird, and of course now it's time to struggle into clothes and get going. i give up. i am not a mugger and it's too hard to learn to be one. i shall just have to continue getting into such fixes as i am now in. su-lin informs me that according to small gods, the whips are all in the mind. and with that happy piece of information i go to my exam. hope i can bloody stay awake.