You know that you hate university life when you tell someone who asks how you are out of concern:

I'm tired, more than occasionally grumpy, perpetually sleepy and I hate Sunday nights, Mondays and Tuesdays.

Yes, that was me.

And I described my emotions during a typical week in university, free of deadlines (which actually doesn't exist) as 'a distorted sine curve'.

When the boyfriend tells me to get an early night, I say 'I no longer rest early, it's not a privilege I enjoy.'

Why couldn't December come any faster?