I got my first piece of coursework back today, and I did not flatter to deceive. I got 100% (one of only two people in a class of over 100 people to do so), which means that I have 25% of my mark for the module in the bag, taking off a fair degree of pressure in one of the exams in May. "Back of the net!", as Norwich radio presenters can often be found saying. Or so I've been told.

On a less positive note, the essay and project are far from finished. I am ploughing a lonely furrow with the project, as I am typing it all out myself. As we speak, I am on 1,156 words. I'm reasonably motivated, even if I'm not totally sure that what I'm doing is correct, but that's cricket.

The major motivation factor for me, at the moment, is the thought of finishing up totally on Thursday. The moment I hand this project in, I'm going to play some football, then go to the pub and spend some of my money on not-so-cheap booze. The next motivating factor shall be Sunday, where I shall be serenaded by countless busty blondes. Or I'll just sit on my own and drink beer. It's a win-win situation.

Well, I guess I best be off. Just thought I'd share my worries with the web. It's the only person who'll listen these days.