Done. Fin. Owned.
I have finished my degree. I have not another word to write for it.
I shall send you in this direction. Although, a disclaimer; it won't be funny or enjoyable if you don't care for football.
Yesterday, having finished the last exam of my academic career, I was considerably tired and wiped out, having run on adrenaline for the last however many weeks. I had to play the drums at a half-night of praise and prayer, which meant carting myself into Uxbridge on inept buses that don't run when they should, and turning up at the church for a sound check at 5.
Being tired and out of it, my drumming probably wasn't fantastic, and during the practice I must have looked worse for wear as Carol, one of the wisest people I know, asked how I was. I responded saying that I really couldn't be bothered. She looked at me for a moment, and then said the sentence that got me through the night, and shall remain with me for a long time, I hope:
'Remember, He's still worth it.'