See this is why I failed my recent history exam, it's that feeling where you get up in the morning and go 'Right today I'm am going to memorise the entire French revolution, two minutes later you see a bird and decide to chase it down the street only to return five hours later with an ice cream, two cupcakes and your blackberry in your hands feeling that it's far too late to do any revision now and looking at birds counts as biology revision, plus having to count out change for the ice cream, which, technically counts as maths.
You then fall asleep watching T.V deciding that as you worked so hard today you have earned a day off tomorrow.