That is four!

I have gone to exams four times this year! That has not happened in so many years I loose count. Probably not since my first (horrible) year at uni.

I am so proud of myself, and my courage. But too bloody tired to do more that munch a couple of donuts and sleep. But there is contentment in my soul.

Things will turn out ok.

Now I have to buckle down for the one tomorrow, witch quite probably will be more of a testing-testing one-two-three. But I will go anyway.

Pannekake-tid!