OK. Enough wound licking and holding pity parties in vats o’ boxed wine. BAD boxed wine. Time to shake it off, regroup and forge ahead. I may have lost a good percentage of what I had memorized for the exams – but therein lies the problem, doesn’t it? If I want to own it, and not lose it all in a mass flushing the day after the exams end, then it still wasn’t really mine yet.
So – onward, men. Coraggio. There are many worse things in this world than fine wine immersion.