Nobody likes you when you're 23. You don't even like yourself when you're bloody knackered after an eleven-hour overdose of medicine. Every single atom of information is being bombarded at you until you give in with a cowardly cry of 'I yield, I yield!' and throw in your towel. There are limitations we need to accept and embrace. The only limitless thing might be stress levels, which are getting astronomical. Oh dear. With 2 months until exams start, this is not the best of signs.
Anyway, April happened. It was oddly calm, featuring some pretty damn good RockSoc nights, live gigs, Kasteel, Game of Thrones, brownies in lieu of a cake for my b