Last week I passed through the leisurely-pursuit-of-ideas part of studying of for finals; and a few days ago I passed through the awe-inspiring-a-ha-moment-I-see-the-big-picture-now stage of studying for finals; and earlier today I passed through the Brian-you're-freaking-out-don't-panic-just-breathe stage of studying for finals. That's a lot of passing through.
I knew that I had hit this third and crucial stage when I asked Jerry if he would bring me a cup of coffee on his way back from dinner, and he secretly brought me decaf for my own good (I didn't find that out until much later). And when he handed it to me he just sort of set it down near me and then moved away quickly—like I might bite.
I'm feeling a little bit better now. Grrrrrrrrrr.