Oh look at this; the end of examinations. An opportunity to sleep? No. This is one of those rare nights were I feel absolutely horrid. Something is hurting but I don't know what. It's a nice kind of hurt though. Feels like someone took an ice-cream scoop to my heart and had some of what belongs to me. The scoop was smooth, the wound is neat. I quite like that.
"How are you feeling?"
How am I feeling? I had a wonderful day. I don't think I can sleep feeling like this. I think I'm going to throw up.