I am having the most bizarre day.  I'm truly grateful to have spent it on my own or there is little doubt that I would have been incarcerated.  I've had a full blown fight with my filing cabinet after it accepted the key and then refused to let it go.  I worked myself into quite a stressed-out sweat jiggling it about for a good half an hour.  Then I had a terrible disaster with some sticky back plastic trying to conduct an experiment, which resulted in me having to cut my hair with a pair of nail scissors, as the three pairs of regular scissors would not show themselves.  I restrung my banjo and suffered more injuries than I think I have ever suffered at its neck before.  I made a poster on pain (yes, today, I officially studied at long last!).  It covers about five pages of the several thousand I need to memorise over the following few weeks.  My glass is as ever being viewed as overflowing when in fact it is entirely empty.  Optimism does not adequately describe the concept of passing the forthcoming exam.  I had a fish finger sandwich to put a bit of normality into my day, and I just can't understand why, but I sprinkled a spoonful of coffee into it, and didn't even notice until the first bite.  I don't even drink coffee.  I have spent the remaining time turning the house upside down searching for my brightly coloured special offer star type cards that I use to write difficult-to-remember words on and stick around the house.  For yet another unknown reason I seem to have thought it necessary to hide them somewhere totally obscure, and I am yet to discover the location.  Very frustrating.   I'm giving up.  I've tried very hard to be productive and everything has just turned round and tee-hee'd in my face.  So now I'm going to be entirely unproductive, have a glass of wine, and try to imagine that I am not the idiot I have been so perfectly acting the part of for the earlier part of the day.