my wrist hurts.

Exams enable such levels of inspiration that time passes not, and it is always 'now'. It is very strange; at the start of my paper my brain sort of runs into hyper mode, and by the end of the paper there are eight pages of very dense handwriting and my wrist aches, and that is all of the paper that I can remember. I cannot imagine writing the brilliant things I see on my prior exam scripts under normal circumstances, being conscious and distracted. I hope I have written brilliant things. Exams consume a lot of sugar so I'm glad my mum cooks big dinners. Now, there are three days before my next paper, so I shall spend tonight slacking like a slacker who's been starved of slacking ever since slacker kingdom got put to the sword by the invading menace of Pragmatic Utility.