"Fourty-two"

Yep...Saturday is drawing closer and closer. Still calm. My revision has been helped by the fact that my notes are almost impossibly strange. I come across cases where I wrote things like 'The judge said fuck off!' or 'The lying bastard lost and couldn't stop crying" and I can't for the life of me remember actually writing this. Sometimes I found I went on a tangent and just wrote a few lines of something totally random possibly influenced by the sheer boredom that was forced on me by most of those lectures. At least it's helping to cheer me up while slogging through all this stuff. When all is said and done, it was very considerate of me to do this for me. God knows what I would have done if I was forced to rely on ordinary notes.
My toilet literature is currently 'A hitch-hiker's guide to the galaxy' which is almost unreasonably funny. I was telling someone the other day that only an Englishman could have written a book like this- the humor in the book is both very clever and really strange at the same time.
And I hereby declare a blog fatwa on Laura for ending her blog. Details to follow.