Have you seen my brain?

Tomorrow, about 12 hours from now, is my last final and therefore my last bit of official school for 15 months. It's a little sad to be done for awhile (minus research projects). More importantly, it's more than a bit nerve-wracking that I CANNOT focus on studying. My brain has already finished with classes, celebrated with a couple rounds of tequila, and is on a beach somewhere, sunning itself and reading trashy fiction.

Dude, there is a final to attend, and more than that, score well on. Can you put away the Bridget Jones-style chic lit, get back on the plane and meet me at the U at 8:30 tomorrow? I need you!