So, I really got stuck into the Block 7 notes last week and it went so well that I was absolutely determined they would be finished by the end of the weekend.
This is what happened about an hour ago —
Flatmate: How are you doing?
Sefkhet: *types last sentence with flourish* I am DONE!
Flatmate: Seriously, all of Block 7?
Sefkhet: YES. DONE. VICTORY IS MINE. MUFFINS. BAGELS. DONNA!
Sefkhet: Right, I’m done for the night.
Flatmate: It’s eleven-thirty on a Saturday.
Er. I’ll be having tomorrow off, yes?