signs that finals make you go insane.
actual IMs sent by yours truly to her long suffering other half, documenting the scintillating blow-by-blow developments of my afternoon activities whilst revising, trying to rid my room of a wasp. I am sorry to all wasp lovers and animal defence activists, I tried very hard to usher him out nicely but there was only one way to get rid of him, and he was being VERY loud and irritating. I’m not proud of my actions. but desperate times call for desperate measures. so, RIP buzzy wasp, I’m sorry it had to end this way. oh, and no, I have not yet been sectioned under the mental health act, but there’s time yet…
15.40
kitschbitchUK: I am wasp free :)
kitschbitchUK: don’t wanna shut the window completely to make it a totally wasp free zone cos is nice to have some breeze :) but the FT creative business section helped him on his merry way :) xxx
15.50
kitschbitchUK: spoke too soon! he was hiding! argh! wasp attack!
15.55
kitschbitchUK: ok, well, I think I killed him. I chopped him in half (almost) and he’s been vewy vewy quiet since then. oh, and I sprayed him with deodorant, so he ought to have croaked it. I didn’t want to kill him but he wouldn’t be ushered out nicely so I had to take self defence.
17.08
kitschbitchUK: oh. god. he’s just come back from the dead. he’s been quiet for ages and now he’s back. or else it’s another one crawling through the top bit of my window. why won’t they LEAVE ME ALONE!!!
17.10
kitschbitchUK: ok, well I killed him. with a slipper. if he comes back I will be SHITTING it, as he is now very very dead and squished. and in my bin.
see kids – finals (and wasps) are very very bad for your health indeed….
