is it time to sleep yet?

ugh. I hate this part, when you've studied all that you can and your head in so full of stuff you never really desired to have in there in the first place, but you still have another hour and fifteen minutes before you have the chance to purge your brain of all this nattering and then run away screaming 'never again!' but with my chances I'll trip before I get out the door, not a good trip where you gain sympathy by just smoking your knee or something on the door, but one where it's all slow motion and everyone has enough time to look over just as you fall and make an unhappy face but you don't damage anything so you have to jump back up, even if you did hurt yourself but it wasn't explicit enough, and then I will pause, dust myself off, and take off running and screaming again. It's good to have goals. Hm. One hour and thirteen minutes. Wonder if the hot chocolate machine is working yet. Okay, I'll go study some more. Who knows, maybe the definition of the program behaviour model has changed in the last two minutes. It could happen. You don't know. Punk.