Shit shit and double shit!

I got one of my essays back today, attached was a note saying "as a favour, if you rewrite this; we will pretend you never handed this in". A hobnailed boot kick in the balls and spit in the face, I suppose the bastards thought they are being kind, but there gesture, although well intentioned is worthless, an executioners mercy is not a minutes reprieve, but a sharp axe, just fail me and get it over with . The real pinch of the nipple is that, in my head, it was the best one of the four, the essay I was most sure would at least pass. Which now means the other three will almost defiantly fail or be given back.

I know I'm smart, it's just that I'm not academic, my brain does not, and will never, work in the way that produces uni level essays, maybe if I drink more that would help? Shit, it's worth a shot.

I'm sitting on a bus, and to counter the affect of the coping beers I had at lunch time, I'm crunching caffeinated candy, part of a test batch produced by Cadburys not available in the shops yet, they taste like crunchy lime Chewits with a slightly bitter aftertaste. Eating a pack is like snorting raw espresso grounds. On the pack they call themselves "citrus flavour stimulation capsules" but I prefer the term "crack sweets".