... I should like to murder each and every one of them, individually, with pain.
(Not just because of that, actually - the exams can't come soon enough. Just because the hospital is a festering cesspile of stress and negative energy and YOU KNOW WHAT, IF I GET SPASTIC PARAPARESIS IN MY CLINIC I WILL JUST BLUFF IT, OKAY? I WON'T ACTUALLY DIE. AMAZINGLY, NEITHER WILL YOU.) (Unless I kill you. Which is far more likely.)
I have been studying for twelve hours straight. Today, and yesterday. This makes a change from most weekends, when I have lectures. I decided I needed a timeout when I realised I wanted to kill a patient because HE WOULD NOT FOLLOW MY FINGER DURING A VISUAL EXAM.
Times like these usually require me to spend a long time gazing at pictures of Himalayan kittens, but I'm afraid I might end up with an urge to kill THEM too. Which would be the pinnacle of horrific.
OTHERWISE I'M WONDERFUL, HOW ARE YOU?