Sometime between 2 PM and 6PM this afternoon, I blacked out at my desk while going over securities reg, and when I came to, my outlines and statute book had been completely covered with sticky tabs. Like, hundreds of them. In several different colors. It looks to be my handwriting, and my wife swears that nobody else was in the apartment, but I just can't imagine that: 1) I would ever have come to a point in my life where doing something this anal would seem like a good idea, whether or not I was conscious, or 2) that this many tabs could be even remotely useful for anyone during an exam.
It looks like a peacock molested a casebook that then bore the illegitimate child and, unable to care for it, seeing as how she was an unemployed, unwed casebook, chose to place it on my desk, thinking that I might give it a better home.