Sense

Another test this afternoon. I’m not particularly worried – or even thinking too much – about it, which is surprising, but it makes a weird kind of sense: if I’m not ready by now, there’s no way I could rectify that in the little time I’ve got left; at this point, my readiness level isn’t worth assessing, and dread and apprehension are useless.

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