Tempus Fugit

Time Flies…

   Jun 21

Number 96!

Egads! It’s crept up on me. I was not expecting to be sub-100 so quickly. Exams-ho!

But hopefully that means I will be over them quickly too. I want this whole process to be like a bandaid removal – quick and hopefully relatively painless.

I have managed to pull reasonable results out of my arse reasonably well before…. let’s just hope it holds up one last time.

I have resigned myself to being a paperwork-monkey next year and gone metropolitan versus provincial. At least then I should have a life outside of work (that is if I ever have any time outside of work to have a life).

An ode to my predicament – Apologies to RL Stevenson.

Fifteen weeks till I’m at the examiner’s behest….yo ho ho and a big huge fuckoff bottle of scotch…..
Study like the devil or be failed and a wretch….yo ho ho and a big huge fuckoff bottle of scotch…..

Not one cell of my brain will be alive after …..yo ho ho and a big fuckoff bottle of scotch….
A degree I’ll receive in two-thousand and five (maybe)….you ho ho and a big fuckoff bottle of scotch….

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One Comment

  1. says:

    Ah. I now have a fresh love of that tune…

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