I was trying to think about something funny to write here today. Some profoundly amusing joke or statement somehow relating to me sitting my final exam today, and finishing my university degree.

There was going to be special mention about how the lady next to me, who arrived 30 minutes late was distraught at the end of the exam, and had tears in her eyes because she felt like she had messed it up. There might even have been mention of how I was late to the exam, or about how my jeans were wet right up to my calves because of the pouring rain.

I could have even included the part about how in the carpark, as I was rummaging all through the ute to get the water bottles to top up the utes water levels it looked for all the world like I was trying to steal something of value, and so I had a couple of people watching me suspiciously until I produced the keys and drove off...

...but no. I couldn't put that all together, because I realised after all this time that no matter what I write, I am still the joke. Why?

I have been speaking to a few people about the end of my uni degree, and they have all made statements along the lines of "Congratulations, so are you going to party?" and "You need to celebrate that!!" and, "You should have a party or do something to celebrate!".

But at the end of the day, when I came home I realised how freaking old I am getting. The only celebrating I wanted to do was with a nice hot cup of tea, a fruit bun, and a nice old rainy day nap. Other people go out to dinner, or go drinking, dancing and clubbing to celebrate their major milestones in their lives.

But me on the other hand, Well I'd just rather sleep thankyou very much.