The other day I thought of the BRILLIANT idea of melting swiss cheese on an english muffin for breakfast (as if it's even an original idea..) and I was so pleased with myself that you would have thought I had just found out I won the lottery and that this guy to the left was going to serve me breakfast in bed followed by a shower of diamonds (because apparently that's my fantasy).
Now fast-forward 4 hours later and it was time for a real study break (as opposed to all the mini-breaks I take constantly). I sit down to watch some TV and CAN.YOU.BELIEVE.IT, any channel I was interested in watching had a commercial on. Naturally I took this terrible disappointment as a personal affront, decided God was probably out to get me, and realized I was definitely going to fail Step 1.
And that is how Step 1 studying has turned me into a crazy-pants.
|How I constantly feel. Welcome to my life.|