sparced.

wha i'm damn tired man.. and it's only day one of my study-hideously-at-full-steam saga for the impending exams. i've been in central lib since 8.35am today and now it's 4pm. my brain has rejected any forth-coming information. I resorted to Simpsons online - couldn't work. Happy tree friends - too gruesome. now as i listen to Corrinne May crooning in my ear from my 6-yr-old cd player, everything just seem to stand still. i can't go home now cos got coaching. can't go for coaching cos it's too early. i'm in the middle, the twlight, in a transitory stage. i'm not making sense.