It's Friday afternoon. My friend calls to tell me she went to the library to print something off and saw everyone in our section eagerly doing homework and whispering in study groups. It freaked her out, to say the least. I tell her they are probably just studying because they did horribly last semester. She is not convinced. I then proceed to pass out while watching a 3-hour made for TV movie about mariticide on E!

This, folks, is what they in the literary world call foreshadowing:

I am going to fail law school. But at least I'll be well rested.