Mischief Managed

I've got my driving test in just under a fortnight. AaAaAaAaAaaaaaaaarghHHH. £50 down the drain when I fail! I might not fail but I need to 'manage my expectations'. AaAaAaAaAaaaaaaaarghHHH (and that exclamation is partially because I use terrible phrases like that in every day speech after working for evil corporations for too long). I'm going to try to convince my mum to come out with me tomorrow to practice some manoeuvres in my dad's car (I'm not insured for my mum's as it's too big and would cost too much).

For some reason, I really fancy watching an episode of Farscape. Maybe I'll dig out some old school season two to watch before I go to bed. I still think that Farscape is my favourite show ever. It's just... for some reason, it conjures the feeling that I get from some Sirius/Remus fic. Perhaps because of the two Johns story line and how it ends. Hmmm. Maybe I like tragedy.