The beast awaits
My midterm is in twenty hours. I should feel more prepared, but I don't, which is normal. I'm still not certain whether I can answer the questions to my prof's liking. I suppose the thing to do is review one last time and let it go.
If only my neuroses would allow such a simple plan to take root.
So, I'll be fretting over this until around 8PM tomorrow evening. If you've sent me a message, I won't be able to respond until I'm done. Wish me luck!
Update: I'll be at the Bonn Lair tonight after my exam, celebrating my success, drowning my sorrows, or assuaging my anxiety. Join me if you can.