286 incredibly dense, ill-written pages to go. Right now, it's occilating stochasitcally between stuff I know in my sleep and unimportant minutiae that I know will be on the test. I'm coping with a mixture of methylphenidate and yoga. I'm glad my doctor could see me yesterday, because this ordeal would cause my ADDed brain to drip out of my head were it not for the chemical assistance.
Okay, now it's time to study Annuities (i.e., things you shouldn't invest in unless you really just hate every other member of humanity) Joy.