Be vewy vewy quiet, we're hunting wabbits. Hehehehe.

Exams are almost upon us, and you all know what that means!

That's right, exactly what the title suggested: it's rabbit hunting season! And by hunt, I of course mean rant. It was a very clever metaphor you see. When you're on the hunt, you are trying to find something live, and shoot it dead. And my very own mother was born in the late 50s, as were many other mothers. So by that irrefutable logic, hunt=rant.

Well anyway, I'm just giving people a heads up in case they thought my rambling days were over.