It's 2:23 a.m., my head hurts, my eyes hurt, my neck hurts, but none of that matters because I am basking in that post-study glow. Sure, I may not know everything about microfilaments and the actin that makes them, but I do know that I've studied as hard as possible. And that's as good as it's going to get Dr. Moore. That's as good as it's going to get.

I'm leaning back in my chair, looking out the window to the city, and listening to This Providence. Well deserved in my opinion.