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I handed in my last essay on Tuesday, which means Uni-wise, I am done. Finished. Had about an hour of "yay! I've finished"-ness. After that, I think my poor brain sort of panicked. After being in overdrive for the past few weeks, well, it kept on going without having anything to go for, if that makes anysense at all. In my post-exam euphoria, my brain decided to create somekindof natural speed high. I couldnt even blame it on coffee, my last cup being at least 40 hours beforehand. So I fidgeted madly for the rest of the evening. Badly. To the extent that Shu Min took the kettle off me when we made tea, in case I decided to throw boiling hot water everywhere or something. Also, when brain is in overdrive with nothing to think about, every single thought that actually does go through my head echoes loudly. Everything anyone else says to me echoes. Sleep is impossible, even when it's probably what I need most. Thank god for concerned IHers that have good little set ups to watch movies. After X-men 2 and some chocolate, I felt slightly better. Although walking back to Wadham from Shepps felt like some surreal experience, and should have anybody walked past and demonstrated some kind of mutant like power X-men style, I wouldnt have even batted an eyelid.