FEVER 103

Sick today. Absolutely sick. Feel awful. According to aunt, who just came to drop by tub of chocolate ice-cream which I'm forbidden to eat, look awful too. Been lying in bed reading Bridget Jones' Diary. Complete Works of William Shakepeare lying on chair by bedside taunting me. Oh God. Lit S exam tomorrow. Oh God. With all the humanities people who are sure to score more than an ungraded. Oh God Oh God Oh God. Not that I mind being ungraded. In fact it's expected. I just don't like the vision I have of my lit teachers poring over my script and shaking their heads saying "We should never have let this girl take Lit S. What will the Cambridge Examiners think?" Oh God. What will my examiners think? Screwed up normal Lit paper one last week all except for Rossetti question. Do not like Shakespeare. Do not like Shakespeare. Do not like Shakespeare. Shakespeare is brilliant. Why do we have to ruin that fine opinion by studying him??!! Getting back GP prelim right before Lit S. Just what I need. Forty minutes in between both for me to freak out, recover, and freak out. Screwed up GP and I mean really really badly. Cat has been drinking defiantly from tabletop fountain. Won't be stopped. Must change water. Maybe water bowl has algae. Must scrub algae. Want chocolate ice cream. Want chocolate. Waistline has been expanding to previously unconceived proportions, inversely related to size of brain. Can't think properly any more. Arrgh.