Free!

Crack open Champagne! Burn those books!

Forget all about crimes against humanity and the intricacies of prosecuting an international criminal. Three hour exam, many more hours of studying. Done. Finished. No more. For now.

I may have a cold, may have nott slept much in the past day or so, but the moment I walked out that exam hall it was a real sigh of freedom. Over wine, vodka, martini, cigarillos and 'something else you can smoke' we poor overworked students celebrated the night away. Sure, due to the ingrained traumas of our studies, we could not escape from thoughts and words related to international law every other sentence, but at least we don't need to wake up tomorrow wondering whether it's one less day till some terrifying deadline. Yes, for the coming two weeks we can (temporarily) put away our books and brains, forget about the ten thousand plus word thesis looming ahead, and just do....

Well, not sure what to do actually.

I do know though... in five hours I'll need to get up to go to work with a terrible headache.