Friday 21 March 2008 Fact of the day: I suck at self-evaluation.
So remember that which shall never be spoken of again, the erstwhile horrendous maths test I discovered I was quite bad at having thought I'd probably actually done rather well? The same thing happened again – I aced that Chem test. Well, aced is too strong a word, but it turns out they round the answers to the nearest x-many places and that's why I wasn't getting the exact answers they were. Still, 76% is a first-class pass, and I thought I blew it. And I thought I aced maths when I fucked that one up, so clearly the only real thing which needs recalibration is my internal scale of Wow, Look How Well I Did/n't.
I did something chronic to my back yesterday at the kick-around, and although it was only kinda twingey when I limped off to the showers I can barely fucking move today. Not great with a dissection on the cards for this afternoon's Bio prac on those tiny lumbago-esque prep benches. I suspect I am going to need to be stretchered off to the car this evening afterwards, and can see that Kim will probably try to hurry me along because she has to file her nails, or something equally self-centered and pointless, just to aggravate it further. Just what I need – a completely twatted spine which will rule me out of attending anything cool this weekend. Fortunately, nobody has suggested anything yet so it will probably be the usual pool games and piss-up at the Spring Chicken or The Naut, neither of which will be significantly better or worse than the last time I was there, (Maths Mayhem Monday five days ago) and probably well worth skipping to recuperate and practice some maths instead.
Since even typing this is killing me, I strongly suspect that a slow, steady wank later is out of the question. End of entry.
-C