At a loss…
I've spent the last week playing the trombone almost constantly. Between Chorus Line, helping out CYO at the weekend, doing a short quintet gig today, and band practice on Wednesday I've not really had time for anything else, and the slight shakes in my left hand are testament to that.
Now however, it's all over. I have no good excuse to pick the thing up till Tuesday, and may be forced to actually do some revision for these exams that are looming slightly too close all of a sudden. I have a feeling tomorrow will be spectacularly unproductive, especially if there's sun as I may decide to construct the barbeque and grill a small farm.
Things would be much simpler if I was able to plan revision time, but I never have been, and I probably never will. Revision sessions are generally impromptue moments of inspiration which flash up sporadically. I'm sure if I was a conscientious reviser I'd be much more confident about these exams, which would be good, since I need to do quite well to stay on the MEng course, which I have to complete, even if the availability of good mechanical/environmental engineering jobs around the south–east and London seems pretty rubbish at the moment. I can always use it to get an investment banking job.
Anyway, blogging at this time of night can't be helping. Be gone, vile peasants.