This is the end of the examination. Please stop writing... now.

I had my last exam this morning. I spent most of last night thinking that it was this afternoon, and goofing off a lot and not really studying, thinking I'd have this morning to go over things, and with a brain fresher from sleep, besides. I was reminded at about midnight that the exam was, in fact, at 9:30 am.

It was crap. I hate Mediaeval History--the study of it; love the anecdotes it produces--and this exam was particularly evil. Even the good students, the ones who like the subject and did all the reading and things, found it hard. But at least it is over.

I tried to buy a bike today. This entry to be edited later with that whole 'finishing what I was saying' malarky. I'ma go take a nap.

24/1 The part where I edit to finish what I was saying:

First of all, what the fuck?? I already wrote this bit out like 45 min. ago, before the computer started having spasms. Anyway...

This lady was advertising two bikes for sale on the Sinner. I went to look at them, and found that they were essentially two piles of rusty metal assembled into shapes reminiscent of bicycles. After a long time of pumping up the tyres on one of them so I could take it for a test ride, I discovered that the rear brake was rusted and completely broken. The other bike's rear brake was rusted into not working too, but it looked like it was otherwise sound. I checked with the bike shop to ask about the cost of fixing a brake cable. They said it would probably have to be replaced, which would cost 3/4 the asking price for the cheaper bike. Still waiting to hear whether the woman will sell for a lower price.

Something-something about how I'm not very mechanically skilled. I don't really remember.