It's still Monday in El Paso, so this totally counts.
Today was a day of cognitive dissonance. After taking one of the worst tests of my life on perturbation theory and all her friends I was in a foul mood. Cramming all weekend for an exam and still feeling that nauseating sensation of non-understanding when you see said exam on Monday doesn't exactly inflate the self-esteem. An hour later I was in Dr. V's office while he described me as one of the best students he's ever worked with. Insanity.
A much more exciting brand of insanity is presented in the sport of wingsuit base jumping:
This is high on my list of absurd but wonderful things I want to do.