Aaaargh. I HATE exams.
This morning I had a wonderful dream. By holding my arms out stiff and pushing down hard, I found I could suspend myself a few feet above ground. I flapped harder, and soon I was soaring effortlessly over the trees and telephone poles! I could fly! I folded my arms back and zoomed low over the neighborhood. Everyone was amazed, and they ran along under me as I shot by. Then I rocketed up so fast that my eyes watered from the wind. I laughed and laughed, making huge loops in the sky! ...That's when someone woke me up and said I was going to miss the exam if I didn't get my butt out of bed; 2 hours and one screwed exam later, here I am, sitting in misery, and I just remebered I haven't eaten yet. Life doesn't get much worse than this.
That's one of the remarkable things about life. It's never so bad that it can't get worse.
I shan't elaborate anymore.
Just a passing thought: Did you ever realize that Calvin rocks?