Finished the fascist fucking GRE, after 3 1/2 grueling hours this afternoon. Good news: an out-of-nowhere 770 on math. The Bad: Only 590 on verbal. I wish I would've at least broken 600 so I wouldn't feel so stupid, but come on, do you know what "pretuberous" means? I don't.
The tempering-the-bad-news: I'm pretty sure I kicked the writing part's ass. There lingers the possibility that some snob grading it will realized I'm a smart-ass punk and take points off, but hey, maybe I don't belong in academia.
I feel ok. Actually, there's a sort of void in my mind now, to be filled by whatever else I should be worrying about.
I don't have anything else to add. I just want to get drunk, really.