A few tidbits, as my tired old brain cannot do better than that.

First of all, I finished my GRE this morning - I can resume a normal life again without that stress hanging over my head. I think standardized tests should actually be called "bastardized" tests.

Secondly, my brother-in-law's response to the OB/GYN tale with Raggedy Ann hanging over the proceedings: "the only thing creepier would have been a Chucky doll."

(I tend to agree, however I have an irresistible urge to design a tee-shirt: Raggedy says RELAX.)

Third, a convo between me and the little voice in my head this afternoon:

Me: I was so nervous about my test last night that I had nightmares all night. They were zombie nightmares.

Little Voice: Of course they were.

If you're wondering at all how I did on my GRE, here's how I see it: I did exactly as I'd hoped on the Verbal, exactly as I'd thought on the math, and I have no idea yet the rating on my essay portion. That is all subjective, so I have to wait for the GRE gods to spit that out at me. Seriously - the "quantitative reasoning" was so bad I'm embarrassed. It's as though I live in a realm completely devoid of any math at all. Which, really, isn't too far from the truth. And I'm totally okay with that. But I could have lived without sharing the proof with higher educators that I'm trying to impress.

Meh. What a girl gonna do. I'm a frickin' English major.