As most people know already, the project is a bitch. We all worked hard to get what we had to do done and we did succeed. When the last hand-up for the year was given in, the relief was brilliant. Just plain brilliant. But the relief and joy was short lived as the pressure of Christmas exams finally kicked in. 2 days to learn 3 months work. That was the situation. But things don�t always work out the way they are planned. I came home on the weekend to work for my old lad who was in Gran Canaria. I wasn�t happy about it but what could I do? And then to make matters worse, I crashed the van. That�s all I needed. I was driving into the meat factory in Roscrea and I hit a cement pole on the way into the car park. I was raging and scared. Raging for crashing, scared of the old lad. Once I parked the van, I assessed the damage. It wasn�t pretty. Broken light, bursted bumper and the wing was in a state too. I was screwed. But not to worry. These things happen, but the father wouldn�t see it like that. Once home, I got a munch before changing some stuff on the website, downloading music and chatting to the lads on messenger. That screwed study. I told the old lad about the van, he lost the plot and the smart bastard held my grad money (�650) to ransom until it was fixed. Bed beckoned and the next day was spent doing the same shit on the net. I headed for Limerick early. The girls joined me on my bus for the trip down. It was strange to have someone to talk to. Once home, food called again and I headed for the Chinese with Joe. Not much study done that night either.