My results came out on Saturday. This is not good. On Saturday morning I watched a film at a multiplex in a part of the city that once meant something to me (but doesn’t any more, and this is an irrelevant point), and then I walked, went to a library, went to a bookstore somewhere else, returned home, slept and did not know of the results having come out till late in the evening. Tomorrow being a holiday, I won’t come to know how I’ve done till Tuesday morning. Hmm. I seem to be less bothered by how (badly) I’ve done than the wait itself. I dislike the cramp on imaginative space imposed by periods of wait.
I think I will do a birthday wish list, though no one reads this blog yet.