Miracle, by Estee Lauder or Lancome or whoever, etc.
Provided that I can pump out (gross terminology) two Schiele-esque 18x24 drawings before 6:30 a.m. tomorrow, I might actually PASS drawing. Who knew a car accident might NOT ACTUALLY be just cause to fail me in the first place?
Here's to experiencing "life", as my instructor so wisely quipped.
Stupid cunt.