Thinking about exams II

I am sitting on the floor of my smelly, dirty room in my boxers - the same pair I have been wearing for the last five days.

I have been sleeping on my mattress on the floor,  due to the fact that my little brother moved it there and I haven't moved it back.

The windows have been closed, and the curtains drawn for almost three weeks - since the beginning of swotvac.

I am surrounded by bits of paper, pages of scribbled notes, handouts, booklets.

I can smell my own B.O which has slowly been getting worse with each shower-less day that drifts by.

I go to bed late and get up late.

When I wake up, on the floor of my stinky room, I can see the bottle of chilli vodka I have been fermenting.

I can see the cuban cigars sitting on the desk next to the bottle of vodka.

I find inspiration in watching fight club over and over,

 - these things are the current reason I haul myself out of bed in the morning.