Don't try to solve serious matters in the middle of the night.
- Philip K. Dick

So it's Thursday night and the MCAT is Saturday. Imagine my joy. No pressure or anything, and I don't feel all that prepared. My practice test scores have not been encouraging, even though I've supposedly been through all of this before. Of course, it doesn't help when the book of practice exams gives you the wrong formula Problem is, if that actually happened on the real test, I most likely wouldn't realize it.

At least I have Friday off. I can sleep in (you know, to five minutes past when I would normally wake up anyway, what with all these recent early mornings) and have lunch with the 'rents. Though wouldn't you know it, the Thurtene Carnival (the oldest student-run fair in the country) is this weekend. Joy. I get to take a test while people are frolicking around me. Yeah. Hopefully I won't have trouble getting a parking space.

Thanks to all of you who wished me well. Though apparently I didn't make it clear exactly when the test was, since I've had quite a few people think I'd already taken it (a second time, that is). I will need all the help I can get, once again. Pray that all those silly little equations that they swear you don't really need to know will manage to stay in my head, because by golly, you sure do need to know how to find the buoyant force of a balloon...