Lord of Chaos, Mister Rahman

The Chemical Massacre happened today.

In the aftermath, I could see faces in their last moments, contorted in horror, their eyes filled with the lazy glaze of the dead.

No one could ever have foreseen the carnage the Chemistry Teachers could rain upon the plebs of Meridians.

The plebeians were not prepared for such onslaught.

I was not prepared for such entropy.


You know why?

Because yesterday right, my back hurt like hell man. I took four panadols, and slept hoping to wake up at about 9p.m. to study for today’s test. I didn’t and well, the rest is history.

What cheered me up though were remarks from those who had studied. They said it was a horrible test. But hey, I wouldn’t know considering every test is a horrible one. Hah!

Anyway, my back gave way today. God damn, I waited for an hour and a half for the poly to dispense me some long awaited drugs and you know what they gave me?

Panadols mixed with a bit of muscle relaxant, the kind which they give you for flu and an analgesic that I SPECIFICALLY asked for. If I had known that amount of time would be spent hurting in the waiting room, I would’ve gone to guardian to buy the stuff myself. I swear man, I think I can be a doctor at the polyclinics. Anything wrong, I’ll just give you a panadol variant. Please ah.

Ooo. I can’t sit down at the com for very long. My back is killing me.

Oh, and Muhammad, the Trojan that wreaked havoc on me last week didn’t do any permanent damage at all. Thanks for your help.

Back hurting...Must be the anticipation of waiting for the bloody MT results coming out tomorrow. NOOOOOOOO!!!

Let me hope I’ll pass.

Good luck to my fellow plebs, those who have never taken HMT or regret dropping it :)