Not my soul! Anything but my soul!

Well, today is judgement day. I shan't capitalise it, as it's not THE Judgement Day. It's my own personal judgement day, in which I have to face the epic Euro200 exam. The one exam that I've actually thought it will be a miracle if I can pass. It just doesn't make sense. Any of it. I'd rather the exam were in French. Or Swedish. Or Afrikaans. I could answer it better. I shall blogg later. Now, I must weep.