Dear Future Wife I want to pour out my emotions

I am feeling low today and as a result I won't engage you in a war as the norm. I want to pour out my emotions. Mother of my kids last week Dr John gave out 3 assignments, Dr Peter sought 4 submissions and I had a presentation with Julie that hot lecturer that makes my Thursdays bright. I completed none! But that's besides the point, I was to sit an exam this morning and I prepared myself for the gigantic task. I spent the whole of last night burning the midnight oil. I went through my notes and handouts with the determination of a seasoned rapist then I remembered it was Wednesday, naturally I flipped through the tv channels (did I tell you I now own a decoder? Am digital you know) I tried my best not to concetrate on the TV for long but The Series Empire came and I just had to enjoy the curves of Cookie alias Taraji. At midnight the gods of creativity awakened and I decided to write the best Mwakenya this institution has ever seen. It was the best of the best with all the 68 topics, 456 diagrams and 44 tables squeezed into 7 pages. I slept a happy man but when I woke up the gods had gone away. I positioned myself at the corner and waited for my moment of fame/glory.... the exam had only 5 questions and all of them sought my opinion .... I was and still am Devastated. Join me in prayers, I want us to pray so that the gods strike this lecturer's scrotum with lightening.