Wrong.

I realised last night that I'd forgotten to register for our vocabulary exam on Saturday and promptly panicked. Not helped by the fact that I seem to have the mother of all colds, either, which is killing my brain. And then I discovered that if I don't take the exam on Saturday, the next opportunity to take it is in August. Cue more panicking.

But, I got up this morning and made a couple of phone calls, and managed to register over the phone. Cue relief.

And then, cue irony. I'm completely exhausted, sneezing and coughing all over the place and my eyes keep tearing up, and I have no energy to study for the bloody exam. And yet for some reason I panicked over the possibility of not taking the exam on Saturday and made it so that I will.

I'm dumb.

But not so dumb that I didn't pass with distinction both my grammar and my translation exams. Score!

In other news, Liverpool lost their first semifinal against Chelsea in Champions' League by own goal when there were two seconds left. Well, not 'lost' as such, it ended 1-1, but since Chelsea 'scored' on away ground, their goal is worth more and now Liverpool have to score at the Bridge to make up for it. 

Damn it. Own goal. Two seconds before the game ended.