A few weeks ago, in a fit of industriousness rarely seen, I completed an outline of my paper for my Advanced Evidence class, and gave it to the prof. for a read-through. Unfortunately, I was also taking A LOT of dimetapp because I had a stupid cold, and as a result, the outline made zero sense. I was so proud of myself that I didn't really think about it until the following week, when I re-read it before class. I then had to explain that Dimetapp makes me a bit of a looseball, and meekly promise to give another outline in soon.

Tonight, in front of everyone on the break, he walked over and handed me the paper, saying loudly, "You make much more sense when you are off your meds. This looks like it will be a good paper."