I'm down in the dumps. And it stinks.

It doesn't help that most people are making things worse by acting as if A levels are a matter of life and death. Now i can't shake off the feeling that it is really a matter of life and death, and that i've got one foot planted firmly in the grave.

And, to quote an author i don't really like, the other foot on a banana peel (it's actually watermelon rind, but i like banana peel better).

Be nice and send me flowers regularly, will ya?