is there a light at the end of the tunnel? i hope

I woke up at 9 am craving for baked potato. random. i don't even like it that much. but yeah, the thought was bugging me so much that at noon I forced myself to go down to baguette express, which is 1 minute away from my flat (thank god), and get one.

after i had the thoussandcalorie-lunch i told myself, "ok. no more weird cravings. it's time to study."

the "mock" practical exam is this monday afternoon. go there, get the history, examine the patient, then at the end the consultant will ask some questions regarding the patient's condition. sounds easy enough but i'm a shitty student so i think i've got to make an effort to study. besides, i'll be sitting for the mcq paper on friday. same difference. without the possibility of embarrassing myself in front of my consultant and the patient. good times..