Yes! I think that's the problem. By the time the question is over I've forgotten what type of answer is needed. For example the question requires the name of a classical composer, and I'll guess at "Forty-two" or "France"
Fear not dear UC watcher, I've been told the later rounds (which we're in now) are purposely harder. I was mighty convinced my form was dropping, what only being (just) able to outscore those Oxbridge bods, when, in earlier times, *I was flattening the likes of Scunthorpe and Durham single mindedly*. * only should a football round appear that is.
TMW you yawn and there's this sudden noise like a click crossed with a thump as something hits you inside your ear. When I was in college, some bright boy got the idea of putting a pool table in his dorm room. God only knows how he got it up there, but it did fit in the room. Of course, there was only one single spot where there was enough space between the table and the wall for you to fit a pool cue, but like I said, it fit. In absolute terms, millimeters, grams, that sort of thing, it wasn't very big at all, but the piece of wax that just fell out of my head must have had the same relationship with my ear canal as that table did with the dorm room. I'd like to say I can hear better now, but it was on the tinnitus side, so nothing much has changed.
TMW you yawn and there's this sudden noise like a click crossed with a thump as something hits you inside your ear. When I was in college, some bright boy got the idea of putting a pool table in his dorm room. God only knows how he got it up there, but it did fit in the room. Of course, there was only one single spot where there was enough space between the table and the wall for you to fit a pool cue, but like I said, it fit. In absolute terms, it wasn't very big at all, but the piece of wax that just fell out of my head must have had the same relationship with my ear canal as that table did with the dorm room. I'd like to say I can hear better now, but it was on the tinnitus side, so nothing much has changed.
I wasn't sure where we were going with that one, but it ended well. Sorry about the tinnitus, though.
That moment when you finish writing a scene, you're like YAAAY!!! because it was extremely tedious to write and took absolutely AGES... and then you read through it and realise you've written it from the wrong point of view and you need to scrap the entire scene and start over. FML.
TMW you have a break up and it makes you feel like you have had a lobotomy skipping the grieving bits. Pretty WTF moment for me. IDK...
TMW you buy a night light for your daughter because she's scared of the dark, but your daughter is twenty...
When you hold a kitty treat in your fingers and your feline companion takes it from you with oh such exaggerated care so as not to accidentally nom your hand. I don't know, man, this makes me stupidly happy for some reason. Makes me feel like I'm not just a complicated food dispensing mechanism, but a living, breathing thing that might object to being bitten on the hand. Why yes, I am a crazy cat lady and I don't regret it for a second.
Don't feel bad, I'm 40 and use a night light. Not cause I'm scared of the dark, I like the dark. It's my mind I'm afraid of. Being in a vulnerable position and having a dark, blank canvas of endless space don't go well with me.
I had to buy a nightlight for our last dog - she was rescue and had spent the first three years of her life in a permanently lit barn - hence she couldnt sleep in total darkness. after she passed i found it very hard to sleep without the nightlight (having spent 8 years with it on every night)
After years of working mids I find it hard to sleep without something over my eyes. Even in total darkness, I just like the slight pressure around my head.
I think my mother just made peace with my incapability to mature. It's somewhat liberating for both of us. Nothing to expect, nothing to prove. Perfect!
Followed by the moment when you realise that this is probably your character getting revenge on you for killing him off...
My autistic son has always slept with the light on. He reads till he drops off, but likes the light there if he wakes up. When he and I share a room while traveling, I use those airline eye covers. Took some getting used to, but they work.