Ahh, finals week, and the inevitable last-minute cramming because you’d rather play video games all weekend and study the day before the test. And the procrastination even then. The tiny, pointless observations that stem from eyes wandering from page after page of inexplicably boring information. Why would a company have a “patent pending” on the design of a trashcan? Why would a bacterial host cell not detect an integrated bacteriophage chromosome and excise it before replication? Why does Taco Bell sound so much more appetizing the longer studying has taken place? So much futility, and so much self-directed frustration at knowing this point would come and not doing anything to prevent it.
I need tacos.