30 minutes in...

...and I totally can't concentrate on my con law final. It's like I can't even take it seriously. Whee!

This is the problem with studying for a week and a half straight. You get to the end and you just feel entitled.

I set myself up in a carrel downstairs in the library, but I came back with my test and saw Mr. Destroyer sitting on the opposite side of my desk, and I just ... couldn't deal with his destroyer-ness. So I am now in the computer cluster upstairs, where it is much cheerier and far less solemn and destructive.

Except... now 38 minutes in. Yack.

Okay, okay, don't have a cow, I'll start now. It IS an 8-hour take-home exam.