Sun-headache

Today turned out to be better than I'd expected. When I woke up I thought 'oh God' at the idea of having to cram all of this stuff in my head the day before the exam... I had little faith that I'd be able to do a shred of work, but amazingly I powered through (and actually absorbed) all of my Duchess of Malfi notes in about two hours. I did, however, have a little unplanned 'interval' from about 4 to 6 o'clock when Alfie called me out of nowhere and told me that he and Zara were in the vicinity and headed in my direction, determined to 'rescue me from the clutches of revision', which was much appreciated. I didn't feel like seeing anybody, but I love those two and they always cheer me up, so I threw on some clothes and went to meet them on the common. Ridiculously sunny day, and now I have a sun-headache, as well as feeling uncomfortably full from the amount of food I ate with them, but... yeah, it was worth it.

Zara left early and me and Alfie hung out as the sun went in, and he said he just didn't think it was working with Charlie - that all she wanted to do was talk about her problems, and she never asked him how he was feeling about anything. He said they just 'couldn't talk' these days, and it made him sad. But because she gets so neurotic during exams, he didn't want to add unnecessary stress to her life, so he's going to play it by ear and talk to her next week. I said that at the end of the day, I was both their friends and I just wanted them to be happy, so the less messy and emotional the break-up, the better. For everyone in our social circle, actually, because we care about both of them pretty deeply.

Soooo yes. Tomorrow is dee-day. I get to be fucking done with this exam shit and go to Tina's for a celebratory Mimosa (or four). It looks like restricting isn't going to be an option until fucking Friday though... tomorrow I'll have to eat a good breakfast due to my 8.30am death sentence (thanks, exam schedulers), I'll be home by 11 or so, then 5pm I'll go back out again to meet Tina... she wants to order celebratory pizza. Fml. I don't even deserve pizza, it's not like this exam is going to go well... but yeah, I know I won't really have the will to resist after tomorrow morning, so... pizzabinge it is.

As for Thursday, I think I'm going to dinner with my dad and sister. If I don't eat until the evening I might be able to salvage the day but it's not looking good. Friday I'll probably have a drink in the evening if Charlie and Caro are up for coming out, but the likelihood is I won't overeat. As on Saturday it's Tina's 18th and I'm wearing... yep... a leotard. (I'm going as a tightrope walker - it's circus-themed). Don't worry, I'll be wearing gypsy harem pants over the top, but still... upper... half... exposed... cry. Why did I pick this outfit, or an even better question, why the f**k am I not 128 lbs by now.

I'm going out to babysit in an hour so I'd better cram as much work in before that as I can. When I'm over there I just veg out in front of the TV but today I will probably bring my notes and try to do some revision. Then I get back at 10.30 and will have a bath, wash my hair, and go to sleep (haha, or try to at least, it will be a fucking miracle if I drift off before 2am).

Fingers crossed tomorrow goes well... just gonna think of Eliza Dushku to keep me sane...