The fifteenth day of Christmas

Morning. Today might be a good day, all things considered. Mr Finch has not asked me to drop by today, and the gift isn't one of his! The biggest dark cloud as of right now is the exam tomorrow. As long as I can manage to not stress too bad, it shouldn't be an issue, right? It's been two days already, but I still can't shake the taste of Mr Finch's cock out of my mind. I found a hair stuck in my teeth as I was brushing them last night. You can try and guess where it came from.. I wish I could tell you that I was appalled, that I found it absolutely disgusting. That I puked right then and there. But I didn't, I didn't think much of it at all, in fact. I'm really finding it difficult to conjure negative thoughts about Mr Finch. He's just so drea- Uhm. Never mind.. I have to go do yoga.

Hi, it's me. I just finished yoga AND I opened my present. I got another charm! This time I'll be smarter about it too. I wasted the first one I got on doing yoga and avoiding stress. I'll be sure to right the wrong and finally get some good reading done for tomorrow.

Okay. So I used the charm! I focused on a very specific sentence. "I don't want to stress". Should take care of my little problem.. I hope. I'll be off now. Heading out to get my next present and then I'll probably just spend the remaining time reading.

Oh shit. You know how I mentioned I was gonna read the rest of the day after picking up my package? Yea, that sort of went out the window. I sat down with my book and saw how much was left to cover for my exam, and I sort of got overwhelmed. I picked up my phone for just a second to answer a message or something.. And then suddenly six hours had gone by scrolling TikTok and Instagram. Every time I thought to put it away and do some reading I figured I still had some time left to chill.

It's like the charm completely removed my source of stress all together! I can't be arsed to sit down and read for my exam, because I genuinely don't feel like it. It's not something I otherwise LOVED doing anyways, but now I don't even care about the consequences of neglecting it. This might very well be the worst gift so far! And it wasn't even one of MR Finch's. God I hope Brett can help me out here. I've already bombed one exam, I'll probably do shit on this next one too.

I should really get some sleep now. See you tomorrow, book.