Revising...

Maybe I have been revising too long, maybe I have been flicking through these pages too long, hoping something might just go in.Wishful thinking on my part there. I was sat at my desk, my imaginary chains forcing me to revise the quadratic formula when my Mum came into the room and asked where that screwdriver we had was, stupidly I ask why.
"Because I have a screw loose." She said in a casual way, with no knowledge of the other reference.
I've been revising far too long, I found this far too hilarious for too long.
I need to get out now.
Dont laugh, this is my life...