you have to be kidding me...

[feren]

I got 3 hours of very broken sleep last night. I arrived ar school this morning with 30 seconds to spare before the attendance monitoring system would have cut off and marked me absent (one absence and I'm essentially expelled). I'm doped to the metaphorical gills on caffeine and sudaphedrine and I didn't study at all (read: haven't even opened the book) for the exam we're having that covers six chapters in the text. My professor noticed I "look and sound like hell."

As soon as I turned in my answer sheet the instructor graded it and called me back up to the front of the classroom so I could see the results. Despite all the forces working against me this morning I somehow managed to score 88 out of 90 points on the exam for a good, solid 97% - an "A".

I think I should go buy a lottery ticket now.

You take my hand, I'll take your hand

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[feren.livejournal.com]

I read this and broke out laughing, because all I could think of was the character of Jake Chambers from Stephen King's The Wastelands. Jake undergoes something of a psychotic breakdown, writes an essay paper while in this state and only realizes he cracked when he prepares to hand it in. He looks at the cover and he doesn't remember writing a single word of it. As he pages through the essay before it is collected he realizes with a dawning sense of horror that his madness is most certainly going to be noticed -- kids in his grade level don't write poetry about mutants who hold gas nozzles between their legs and pretend it's a penis, or repeat the word "choo-choo" over and over again.

Jake is, understandably, surprised when his professor hails it as a work of genius.