The next morning, I woke up late in a panic. I was gonna email some excuse to the prof in a last ditch attempt to salvage a decent grade in the class. I ran to my computer desk in the corner and turned on my ginormous CRT monitor to find... the confirmation for my final project in my email inbox! I had somehow scored 100% on the project, despite having no memory of what must have been several hours of intense programming and debugging.
Perusing the code later that morning, I was stunned at how clever, clear, and concise it was. It was, at that time, the best code I had ever written. Were it not for a few telltale grammatical peculiarities, I wouldn't have believed I was its author.
That was the first and last time I ever got blackout drunk, but it made me a firm believer that the Ballmer curve exists.
