Date: Sun, 5 Feb 2017 11:58:02 +0200
From: Charley Reed <alongweekend@gmail.com>
Subject: Reed em and weep - Ch10: 22 March 2008

Friday 21 March 2008
Fact of the day: I suck at self-evaluation.

So remember that which shall never be spoken of again, the erstwhile
horrendous maths test I discovered I was quite bad at having thought I'd
probably actually done rather well? The same thing happened again – I
aced that Chem test. Well, aced is too strong a word, but it turns out they
round the answers to the nearest x-many places and that's why I wasn't
getting the exact answers they were. Still, 76% is a first-class pass, and
I thought I blew it. And I thought I aced maths when I fucked that one up,
so clearly the only real thing which needs recalibration is my internal
scale of Wow, Look How Well I Did/n't.

I did something chronic to my back yesterday at the kick-around, and
although it was only kinda twingey when I limped off to the showers I can
barely fucking move today. Not great with a dissection on the cards for
this afternoon's Bio prac on those tiny lumbago-esque prep benches. I
suspect I am going to need to be stretchered off to the car this evening
afterwards, and can see that Kim will probably try to hurry me along
because she has to file her nails, or something equally self-centered and
pointless, just to aggravate it further. Just what I need – a completely
twatted spine which will rule me out of attending anything cool this
weekend. Fortunately, nobody has suggested anything yet so it will probably
be the usual pool games and piss-up at the Spring Chicken or The Naut,
neither of which will be significantly better or worse than the last time I
was there, (Maths Mayhem Monday five days ago) and probably well worth
skipping to recuperate and practice some maths instead.

Since even typing this is killing me, I strongly suspect that a slow,
steady wank later is out of the question. End of entry.

-C