lagging

Aftermath of a hardcore study night almost feels like what one would, following a crazy party.

Except that I didn't have my contact lenses still on.

Except that the butterflies in my stomach were not from vodka or bourbon.

Except that I had no recollection of a sexually tensed occurance with a hot chick.

Except that my ears are working fine.

Except that my consumables were not released orally.

Except that my hair didn't have wax.

Except that I wasn't wearing a denim jacket in bed.

And except that I didn't receive any morning calls starting with, "YO!", "HAHA." or "EHHH...".

PS: The Database Management paper today sucked ass. And I totally feel bad. Not because I think it's such a difficult examination[I seriously did mug my ass off(okay, it didn't come off)]. I felt bad because I didn't feel bad about knowing I did not do well. I suppose the sorrow had already been passed around and shared by the entire hall. The faces with only one look: hopeless. The grade fer this module now rests in our assignment results, class participation and attendance. Sigh, or maybe I'm just too darn tired and it hasn't sunk in yet.