Free hotdog!
Free hotdogs are amazing to make stress evaporate. Horray!
So far, I'm two quizzes down, one major test to go... and a hotdog break in between worked out perfectly. I was lined up for shitty-caf pizza, but then said FUCK LINES, and was going to walk around to the small-tiny caf, but on my way there, found a secret bbq. And I was going to buy a hotdog. But it was a free hotdog. Because they thought that I was also a math student? (Or some math student's girlfriend?) In any case, there was a hotdog. And it was warm. And delicious. And free. Even if the bun was stale, I was in wub.
So. Moral of the story is: Thank you bbq, for putting free hotdog in me. :D