DB broke radio silence last night to check how my exam went. Since I managed a twenty-minute text conversation without throwing the phone across the room, it looks like at the very least I'm doing better than I was New Year's Eve. Although since I was drunk at that point, I may be guilty of external confounding. Time, most like, will tell.
On a more positive note, I'm about to teach my last tutorial this term. Which, a pair of revision lessons at the end of April, is pretty much my last teaching job for the remainder of my PhD. I shall miss the money, but not the time-sink.
Hell, is that the time? Best go do a job.
Update: A spontaneous outburst of gratitude from my assembled tutees. That was nice...