Rewarding myself with a huge latte at Eva's Paley because I fucking got through this day. Partly because I was sick and in a really bad mood, lost the key to my locker and mostly because I did great (or at least what it felt like) on the psychology test. Puuuh, it's a great feeling to get something out of the way. Now I'm having some Matilda-time before getting started on my English essay. Always busy, no rest. I can sit back and relax at the theatre tonight. Much love to you,