Finals: Reasons I love my Mom

I am utterly in Finals mode. The printing madness and infamous "master outline book" is in the process of creation. Until you see it, you would never believe I am (1) that organized or (2) that insecure.

--So, as I am up at ungodly hours printing, I decide its time to buy more TABS and caffeine....
My mother calls while I am at the supermarket at 9:30am. The pertinent conversation:

Mom: You're getting more food?!?
Me: Noooo...., last week I got diet food.
: Ohhhhh Honey!!!! You're in Finals! You need real food--and COKE?
: Already, got it. With all the glorious empty calories.
: And Chocolate?!?!?
: *lol* -My mentees already bought me two bags worth.
: Good. You have meds?
: Yes, I bought Tylenol Sinus, and Claritin.
...
Mom : I look awesome.
Me: Shut up, I am at the grocery store, buying crap food, in pink sweat pants, hair not done, no make-up.
: Honey! You are in finals. You pay how much to look like that?
: 38 grand a year....you're right, I look amazing.
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On separate tangent: X-men Origins
Is it crazy that I'm using the idea of seeing an X-men movie as my reward to get through Finals?