Five hours of studying.

Or something around that. Seventy-two friggin hours they gave me and I spent only five of them on studying. Three of them in half-hour intervals. Throughout the cold and rainy night. Two of them in the morning and on the bus. And I felt extreme joy after writing the exam. Why? No, I haven't aced it. I expect the result to be a bit below average even. But I actually found the damn thing interesting. Too late, though. I'm happy I did reasonably well for the amount of effort I put into it. So long, DPSD.

But I didn't.

Oh well, what the hell.

I should be in the hostel right now. I should've stayed back after finishing my exam yesterday, which, by the way, was terribly good for a change. But I didn't. I just came back home. For reasons beyond me, my body just didn't listen to my brain. So here I am, blogging when I should be studying, despite vowing not to do so. A couple of days left before my next exam, and I hope to stay back at the hostel at least then. Maybe.