12 hours

it is officially here, this is what the end of my life looks like and it ain't a bed of roses... it is more like a mound of incomprehensible paper that is stacking up, growing and relentless. the word summarise springs to mind, out comes the pen, some notes are jotted and what do you get? more paper! add to the mix the portable pc and down i sink...
the clock is ticking and still there is no light, the heart is racing, which could be the pseudo-ephedrine and in 12 hours i will be 13 minutes into my reading time with two minutes left before the race starts. i need to get more ink because the 10 cartridges a certain someone picked me up from the store seem to have drowned like their owner...