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I don't think I can do this any more. I've hit that point where I want to scream and cry and fall apart because there is just too much. At least this is happening with enough time left such that there is hope of everything getting done when I recover.

The genetics lab report is done, so at least there is that. Just a few more things... It's going to be another night spent in the library, listening incessantly to Lateralus. It's going to suck, but it must be done.

I must remain calm. Panicking not allowed. I'll never make it that way.

I have until five o'clock in the evening. This is doable, because it must be. Even if I work until five, I will still have time to go home and do some laundry, pack, and hang out at Kristina's for a while. The only worry is how I'm going to get to the airport. So many friends with cars gone already by Friday morning...

It's Been Nearly 22 Hours Since I Last Slept

My history paper is four pages. That's about half as long as it should be. The question is: Do I care? At this point, no. But I will see how I feel after a nap. If I don't feel like making any changes then, I'm just going to turn it in. And then I will turn in the genetics lab report. Then, time to move on to o-chem lab reports, which need only finishing.

DONE!

I'm finished with all of my work. And an hour and a half before the deadline.

So now it is time to go home, and take care of things there, since I've been spending the majority of the past week in the library.

But first I must stumble disorientedly out of the library, wondering, How did it get to be Thursday? I have not slept for a very substantial chunk of time since getting up Tuesday afternoon. Time's meaning has changed in some small way. But this is a good feeling I have: tired, but having accomplished something.

So now for relaxing. And whatnot.