into this long month of sundays.
So, first detention of my life. Scary. It wasn't actually. I wrote my lines and left, nice and easy. Ate into revision time a little, but I can work with that one.
I also have a job. I should be...should I be bouncing around and excited? Because frankly, I'm not too excited about the prospect of sneaking around in other people's countries. It should be great, yeah, my dad'll be really proud at me, I'll be good at it, all these things, but I just...I guess I'm all underwhelmed, really. C'est la vie.
And then there's Rita. I'm still not sure what to think, I really am not. Maybe I should learn from my last lesson, and not interfere in other people's marriages. What the hell do you know, anyway, Q? I also have to stop calling myself Q. See, that's the thing, now I know too much, and I have no idea what to mention to anyone. I mean, what do I do with myself after finding all that out?
Just blunder on as normal, Q. He might know all that stuff already, and if he does, you're just making matters worse. And besides, if he was as bad as he sounded, I don't think he deserves me telling him.
Come the end of exams, I'm employed. Hurray! Not that my exams don't mean anything, I still want to kick their arses. Collective arses, perhaps. How do you kick multiple arses of things which do not own arses anyway? Puzzling.
Back to revision, thanks for listening. And uh, for the record, detentions, um, suck?