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OK so today is rapidly approaching the status of 'Ultimate Fail'. It started well, with lie-in, pleasing amounts of revision, Philadelphia cheese sandwiches but decided it was going to ruin itself later on with a distinct lack of St. Michael's and All Angels (I should not feel as disappointed as I perhaps do) for a variety of reasons I can't be bothered to elaborate upon right now, and this absolute ultra-stress over Student Finance. For some reason they have rendered it impossible for me to log in using my ART ID, but due to 'security reasons' they will not tell me which bit of information I have got wrong. And the deadline is next Friday. And due to a fragile hormonal mood, I am taking this way out of proportion (like to the level of contemplating legal action) and dreading the phone call I always seem to have to make, either to UCAS (my fault), to Lloyds TSB (naughty person's fault) or Student Finance (completely and utterly their fault). Why are my application processes *never* as simple as everybody else's seem to be?!

Anyway, to sooth my tumultuous soul I'm going to go have a shower/bath, get into bed, possibly eat some sugary snack and read, either about Hans Holbein the Younger, God or Garden Plants and Flowers Through the Year. *stress* (What a different mood I was in this time last week!)