*runs through the halls screaming*

Kay, I feel better now.

Did you ever write something that was so bad, so unspeakably horrible, that it got past being pathetic to being utterly amusing? And you were actually interested in seeing how bad it could get before you were through mutilating it like a tortured cat?

Yes, welcome to finals week.

41 hours til I'm a free woman (and 48 hours until Danny bites it in the US). Not that I'm counting or anything.