Meg and mil passed the chemistry test with flying, but i got an actual F; the prof shamed me about having made excuses like i was sick or had diarrhea or was tired or whatever. So scornful i could see his teeth moving up and down and sneering at me. Megan showed me her A answers and i said maybe you can help me study for my retake. I got no pride left about this. Later i was kind of a spy or low key superhero though, and i was about to get some serious pussy because i had done some work (or on second thought was about to—in the moment when i placed my girl friend up on a narrow table in a narrow nook by an old creme brick building in a night with campground lights and a quiet steady electric murmur and opened up her creamy thighs and she sighed naughtily, i wasn't really keen to dwell on the order of events), but then she had to go and i screamed dramatically but we both laughed. Later went to kind of spy on the asshole chem prof but they were all in a meeting. My car had been destroyed by a nefarious guy's pickup so i started walking but the guy appeared and attacked slyly so i flew instead. Not fast enough so the battle wasn't decisive. Eventually just barely fast enough so i guess i just barely won.