Dead of Night Update

Note: Don’t let the parents guilt-trip me into taking more credits next semester. Mom already started in on the “when I was in school, I never took less than 18 or 19 credit hours” spiel. Well, I could follow her outstanding collegiate example, but that would involve a lot more drinking and goofing off, and a lot less A’s. So that argument works out real well.

Okay, so it’s T minus 3.5 hours to my first exam, and I’m definitely awake now. Strange, huh? Well, maybe that sweet tea that I just absorbed into my nearly caffeine-free system had something to do with it. If I start lagging later, I may just have to fire up that tea maker I was so stoked about getting a couple of months ago.

I hate hell week. I’m actually looking forward to finals week. It’s a sigh of relief after this crazy cluster-fuck. Well, time to switch subjects and get back to it now. Long breaks are what got me into this mess.