I just want you to know that if/when I have a nervous breakdown it was indeed all my fault.
I have spent my beautiful, sunny, mild weekend reading. I don't mean curled up with a good book sipping tea reading ( I adore that), no I mean heavy text book, mundane reading. As a college student, this is not a new phenomenon, but the duration of this studiousness has gotten ridiculous. No one should spend their entire weekend swimming in the dark waters of academia.
I did pick my classes with little regard for my own sanity, so I suppose it's not my place to complain. I still want to though.
It doesn't help that my body is, now after twenty-ish years for the first time, getting the proper number of calories (instead of excessively more). I'm hungry, tired, and overworked. Bring on Xmas, so I can finish this farce of a semester.
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