Davidson kids, you know the feeling

Last week I got a minor paper back, but didn't look at the grade right away, since I was having a good day. So I shoved the thing in my bag and forgot about it. I've just now re-discovered it to discover that I, in fact, got an A- on the small, insignificant paper. So it's 6 a.m., I'm still up translating 50 pages of block Chinese for a class - this is what Davidson does to one's sleeping patterns - and I just did a victory dance to no one in particular and reread the miserly paper 3 times in delirious joy. This is what Davidson does to one's sense of self-worth.