Today I helped Emma, housemate the Physiologist, to revise for her exam. Oh, boy.
But aren't you an English student?! I hear you cry. Yes, yes I am. I am also now the proud owner of this shiny new idea: It's much better to revise with a complete idiot; it makes you feel more betterer.
Somewhere in between autoimmune disease, cell death as a result of neglect (which I handily pointed out was just like dogs at Christmastime) and Grave's Disease, I developed an overwhelming respect for Benny. And for any science/medicine student. I mean, those revision notes were just pages of long, long words and seemingly randomly thrown together letters and numbers.That stuff is like a whole different language. Th'amazing!
Obviously my revision technique (complete and utter ignorance) helped a great deal, because apparently the exam went rather well. I feel pleased as puncheon. I learned new stuff.
While I was in the mood for conquering the known world with my new found 'i can do anything if i blag it' outlook, I wrote me a new song on the keyboard and plucked a recipe out of thin air* and cooked it. Said meal is bubbling away in a casserole dish as I type, and it smells gooood. Hmm.
Today; cookery, songwriting and immunology. Tomorrow; THE WORLD!
*Obviously recipes do not hang in mid air unless you are in some kind of place with zero gravity. That said, when a particularly good recipe tickles the taste buds, it does tend to follow you around like a mystical cloud, calling in an eerie, high voice, 'Go on, cook me, you won't regret it!' And, yes, I have had a glass of wine.
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