Why Memo is the new four letter word.

I hate memo's even more than Peter Gibbon. His and I both have our summary judgment memos due next week. In short a summary judgment says: You have no argument, we win on all counts, buh bye. My world just seems to collapse anytime the word memo is mentioned.
I ate a sandwich yesterday that made me sick. Good thing I didn't eat here. So I got nothing on the blasted memo done yesterday. Then, today, I was in the library ready to dig down and work on the memo when my glasses broke. I was adjusting them and the bridge just snapped and cut my nose. My eyes have been killing me lately so I've actually been wearing my glasses. Now I have this huge research paper due and I can't wear my glasses. I've tried to tape them together with a band aid but it is not working and I can't go out in public like this.
Ask yourself a quick question: what's worse than a memo? Answer: Needing a meeting to discuss the memo. I had my memo meeting today. We chatted a bit in the beginning about my poor grammar and inability to form a cohesive thesis statement. (If she thinks my writing is poorly organized in my memos I hope she never reads this blog). Then she asked me if I had any questions. I did. In fact I had so a good question, such an amazingly spectacular point that nobody else had come up with, I have been banned from using it. She banned me from using my well thought out point. Her reason: Since no one else has brought it to her attention she will know it is my paper and that would defeat the whole purpose of anonymous grading. AHHHHHHHH! I then refused to show her any more of my memo. Not the most productive meeting.
So now I'm sitting here with bandaged glasses that are barely staying together trying to come up with a new argument that is just a little less good so that I won't stand out from the crowd. Only in the world of memo.