Another unproductive day today, culminating in dinner at a fancy bistro just outside Glasgow. I'm going through a range of moods at the moment, from delirium to depression in a matter of minutes. With examinations nearing, my reclusive nature shall have to return, and whilst I am not Hermit by name, I shall be by nature.

Still, all good things come to an end, as evidenced in the past few weeks, and indeed in a few weeks time, by my estimation. It's been largely a nothing year thus far, yet we're already nearly a quarter of the way through it. I feel terrible. I want it to be summer, to be times of not thinking about anything. Times when I don't come on here every day and get further depressed.

I listened to Kill Uncle today. Coupled with this, I didn't complete my essay. I've been sitting with this all week, and I'm still only on about 1,300 words. It's to be handed in on Friday. I'm failing it. I don't see the point. I finish for Easter on Friday. I'm not looking forward to it. It means studying.

Everybody and everyone annoys me these days. Why can't I just live on my own, and not study?