Mortal tired.

I have a maths TMA to get away tomorrow, still two and one half questions away from completion. I have a day off but my wife and I fancy a walk in the woods.

Am I sick of maths? I don't know; TMA hell-time isn't a proper time to be thinking about anything but there's someone inside me saying, "you've proved that you can, give it up now". I lack the will to argue with him.

I understand but I don't grokk. Everything is so hard. Recently I started a computer course and it was, "wow! this stuff is easy". Have I lost the plot?

I need that walk in the woods more than the marks that I'll get. There's something wrong with my head that only open air and nature will cure.