Think of Distant Binge Drinking

Every day is now a terrible struggle. You've stopped whatever sad attempts at exercise you had been making in June. Your diet consists of fast food, chips, and vending-machine cookies. Coffee consumes twice as much of your income as food, and only that half a box of red wine allowed you to get to sleep last night.

The bar is approaching. You can't remember anything you have been studying. There are over twenty different topics, and state distinctions everywhere. Damn our inefficient federal system. Damn those monopolists running the bar. Damn it all to hell. Why, you wonder (sort of, your brain is mush, and "wondering" takes a massive effort of will), am I expending all this effort on a terrible exam I will probably fail? As you struggle to remember NY Practice rules, you sink ever deeper into gloom.

Have hope, there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Think of distant binge drinking. When you finally finish that exam, you are going to get shit-housed. Everyone will be happy, relieved, generally ecstatic. People will begin filing off to the nearest bar to begin drinking. Some may even have stashed some alcohol in their belongings. The night will snowball from there: happy hour, dinner, dancing. It will all be amazing. At least until you wake up the next day with a splitting headache and wondering where you are, then realizing you went home with that fugly you sat by in evidence 2nd year. Fight the good fight.