3 weeks to the end of O levels.

am a little more - settled, perhaps - after feeling as tense as a tightly coiled spring this past weekend.

all the energy had to go somewhere.

i think it went into a glass of plum lime juice that looked oddly green and tasted oddly un-sourish. or maybe it went into sucking 4 sour plums.

i think it went into a walk, to nowhere in particular, and that ended at a random bus-stop.

but most importantly, i think it went into laughter and smiles and random conversation, conversation that was not about the death penalty or policy changes. *grin*

thank you.