It's Over! Finis.

[layangabi]

And so I say farewell to the papers who have eaten up my life in the last few weeks or so. Goodbye, my brainchildren. Til fate deems ye have been judged, weighed, measured, marked, sent back and we meet again. It says quite a lot about you have done to my state of mind that I put fruit to cook in the microwave when I meant to put in the fridge. On the plus side, I know now what cooked apples taste like. They're very yum. Thank you.

To my very last brainchild: you in particular were the product of much sleeplessness and had to be handed in at the very minute you were due. For this reason, I think most anxiously fondly of you. Do not shame me.