I think I need to be reminded that I'm only a week out of hospital, and therefore need not to be pushing myself quite as hard as I am. Whilst I'm getting very little physical exertion, my brain is spending all day in the revision gym and it's beginning to get over-heated. The problem is that my exam is only two and a bit weeks away, and my recent hospital admission ate a hefty bite out of my revision time, so I have a lot to do in a very short space of time. I know that ultimately it's counter-productive to over-work, but I do have to get my head around the concepts/critics/poems/plays/prose etc that are going to be in the exam. I have spent today analysing four poems by three Romantic poets, and trying to learn snippets of the poems that give the essence of them. It's hard! I have poetry stuck to the walls around the house (Wordsworth's 'Tintern Abbey' is next to the toilet. I wonder what he'd say to that!). I have the basic concepts of the Romantic poets stuck up on the food cupboards in the kitchen - they're getting up close and personal with the lentils - and the critics/theorists of the Realist novel stuck on the tea cupboard where they can have a drink while they ponder. You see, I can tell you where they are, but can I tell you what they say? ... erm ... not really. Maybe I'll end up writing in my exam that 'I cannot remember what the critic Kettle said about the Realist novel (something to do with it's value being in its contribution to human freedom????), but he is stuck up on my kitchen cupboard above the kettle, waiting for a cup of tea.' ... P'raps not.
I'm rambling. It's a sure sign of scrambled brain syndrome. Anyone fancy doing my exam for me? Any English professors out there who want to do my exam for me? That'd be most helpful.
On a completely different subject, Nipper is trying on a name for size - Daniel. It might not fit, in which case he might well try on Jacob, but his mummy and daddy are going to see how he looks in Daniel for a few days :o)
I can't believe it's only 8:25pm. I'm whacked. I could go to bed, but then I'd probably end up waking up even earlier and sleep isn't happening much at the moment anyway. I think that's down to a combination of exam stress and lungs being a bit more grumpy, because of my slight coldiness, but whatever it is I don't like it - I don't like mornings. Mornings are too early in the day.
Oh grumble, grumble, moan, whinge, grumble ;oP
Right then, I'll wander off and bother the cat. He's been trying to sit on me all day and hasn't understood that it's not helpful to sit on your slave when they're trying to study.