Bottom of the Barrel

The final for chemistry is tomorrow. And I know, I'm sure, I'm going to fail it. There is no way around it; unfortunately, there is also nobody to blame. I don't understand it. I could cram until I'm blue in the face and my eyes pop out of my skull, but it's no use. I've hit the bottom of the barrel, folks; there's plenty more misery where that came from, so tune in next time for the tragedy called My Life. The only good things going are God and Brian.