1. I would not have just finished writing a take-home final, considering that it is Friday night, and, hello? Teacher people of the world? Don't play choose-your-own-adventure finals are due Saturday morning game. It's not fun.
2. I would have had at least some sort of idea of what I just spent 5 hours writing. Unfortunately, I don't. This could be really bad.
3. I would not have gotten a call while I was trying to write this final, in which I found out that my mother had broken her wrist so badly that my sister-in-law puked at the site of it, and when my mom got to the hospital they gave her morphine--morphine, people! As in, holy shit. They also actually put her to sleep when they re-set her wrist. I think this injury may put a really big damper on my mom's Christmas shopping abilities. I think my sister and I may also need to learn how to cook in the next week. Oh, my poor mama.
4. Considering that I just finished my under-graduate career, something more fabulous would happen than my dad informing me that I must now begin to pay my own car insurance.
In other words, this was the worst Friday ever.
I can't wait to wake up tomorrow.
It's got to be better than this.