In which I find my results in the post...

Which weren't supposed to arrive till January.
Oh (Insert expletive here).
The worst thing was I didn't even know what was in the letter- I was too busy being all excited over the fact that I had mail (My life is very empty right now, can you tell?) Anyhow, a few sheets fall out bearing the university crest- one signed by the dean- and it was at that point that I start panicking.
It took me about 10 minutes to read the gosh darn thing....
But I passed! (Insert fireworks here!)
I'm stupidly happy, because it's finally proof that the last year of stress and tears was worth it. I have an M.A! I want to go out and celebrate... who is for the pub?