Have worst night of sleep ever? Check.
Go to take a final at seven in the morning, walking through snow in the dark? Check.
Put absolutely no effort into final essay? Check.
Get back final paper from class, only to discover I completely failed? Check-a roonie.
Walk back home, getting splashed with slush from several passing cars, until utterly drenched and soggy? Check.
Go home and cry tears of pity and self-loathing in the shower, ala Tobias Funke? Check.
Attempt to make self feel better by listening to all the nine versions of the song "Hallelujah" I own, including the completely ridiculous Leonard Cohen original? Double check.
Feel surprised that such a tactic worked? Check.