It's a bit of an odd time of year, really. Classes are over, but the exams aren't.

My next exam is ten days away, and I'm supposed to use the intervening time to study. I sure as hell won't spend all that time at the books, though.

The trouble is, I have precisely three distractions planned - two driving lessons, and one day in school working on a presentation we're doing in Edinburgh after school finishes for real.

I'm a little depressed, it would seem. My mother, on the other hand, thinks that there's something seriously wrong with me and assumes that I'm on drugs. Consequently, she has started treating me like a five year old.

There's not a lot I can do, really, other than making sure I get out the house from time to time, get some human contact, and don't go insane or kill a parent or something.

I guess I might even go into school to revise and get some peace and quiet at some point - but then I'll no doubt get some interrogation from my nosy sister.