Test, Test, this is a Test..

Yesterday I found out that Test, one of my favourite old WWF wrestlers (mainly cos of his theme tune, granted) has died. I was right gutted. I then had a look around the internet to see which other old wrestlers were dead and found out that Big Bossman, one of my actual favourites, has also died. It's a sad day for my mind.
In other news, I'm supposed to be doing this case study thing on China and their economic response to the pressures of globalisation. I don't even know what the Chinese currency is. Safe to say I've got a few notes done but no actual work yet. I wish I had some motivation to do anything, ever. Ah well. I kind of wish Test would come back just and give my lecturer a big boot. That'd get me out of the deadline, I'm sure. I can always dream.
Health wise, I've been pretty ill for a few weeks now, which makes me a saaad panda. Because of this depressed panda state I decided to call the doctors, get a nice ol' appointment there. Get all sorted out with some antibiotics and bish bas bosh, I'm healthy again. But no, it's not that simple. Because the doctors at Trent uni is apparently the most unprofessional doctors surgery in the world, all the doctors went home at 1 o'clock today. That was good of them. I have an appointment for 2:20 tomorrow, though. Which is nice.
Why don't Tesco sell cough sweets? I went today, looking for some cough sweets, y'know, to sort out my cough, and they don't have em. Well, they have boxes of Strepsils, but at £3 a pack, they can go die. Speaking of Tesco, while I was queueing in there this old woman just walked past me and stood in front of me in the queue. Trust me, she got her commupence. It was a real Test of my patience. See what I did there? Oh yes, basque in my wordplay, guys.