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So I'm in my flat, packing up my laptop and at least 50 pages of notes to drag to the library with me for the evening. It hasn't been the best day. I am sweating tomorrow's exam, a millimeter away from outright panic. In my rolly chair I swing back and forth between my desk and my bed, frantically gathering pens and pencils and rulers and chucking them into a backpack. Then, as I proceeded to roll back to my desk from my bed, a wheel caught on a sock on the floor and halted the chair's prgress. Me however, having been the kinetic force that initially attempted to bring the chair into motion, was flung from it in a awkward sitting position and landed on my ass on the floor, sitting upright as if I had planned the motion all along. If I had a roommate, they'd still be laughing.