Whoa...

Ok, so I definitely feel woozy. My four and five day sprint of staying up 'til about 4am or 6am has finally caught up with me. I meant to get up around 9:30am and my body finally shot me outta bed at 11:15am, just enough time to miss the shuttle and get to work late. Gott in Himmel.

I have no recollection of turning off my alarm or hitting the snooze. I'm sure I did, but such memories have since been erased. I swear to God we should NOT be held responsible for our subconscious...I *wanted* to get up early...I swear I did...My mind just had other plans...

Yeah, I know that excuse wont hold up in court. So sue me.

At any rate, its a waiting game now. I also have stuff due in my other classes...we'll see if THOSE get done! Yeah, right.

At any rate, back to work, I guess.

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I am so desperately unhappy write now. I don't even want to write about it now because it will remind me of all that I have yet to do and the short time in which I must accomplish these things.

Lets just say that in one small email, my entire sense of scholastic self-confidence has been utterly obliviated. I don't even know why I'm here. Whether its true or not, I feel like a complete failure at the moment.

I feel unintelligent, uninspired, unmotivated, incapable, and absolutely overcome.

As my beloved Sting once sang, "It hasn't been the best of days...I'd like to fly away..."