Yesterday I survived my first final exam (not first final ever, just first final of this finals week).  It went much better than I expected it would, so I walked out of there after three hours feeling all sassy and on top of the world.  I decided to use the restroom before I went home, and wouldn’t you know that I picked the stall with no TP and didn’t discover it until it was too late.  I guess days just aren’t meant to be perfect.