Gypsy!

I really, really don't like horror movies. I saw Drag Me to Hell about two months ago and yet last night, I still had a nightmare about being cursed by an angry gypsy because I wasn't nice enough to her. My Mother simply interpreted it as my own realising that my "always do stuff that everyone is happy with" logic is flawed, because it won't ever happen. However, I would still argue that it is still possible, just very difficult.
Today, I did some maths revision, and confused differentiation with integration. I don't usually give up, but when something like that happens, you just have to facepalm and find a less Chengfail thing to do. This is in order to save one's sanity.
I went with my Mother to take my sister to band, then helped out at the allotment. Everything has been growing really well in this beautiful weather - the strawberries were already ready to be picked!