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Ad Majorem Annae Gloriam

Do I have to pretend that I am still alive?
I guess yes. I am going through the Three Weeks of Hell, filled with average of 4 exams a week (plus quizzes and labwork and research stats and paper are due, and two other papers are due). And I have to do my taxes and financial aid. And I have a million e-mails/phone calls to return. I have always been notoriously hard to get a hold of (the only foolproof way is to find me in person), but it is getting worse. On top of all of this, I am exhausted (try sleeping 4 hours a night for a couple weeks, all the time under intense mental and emotional stress) and falling into apathy. In other words, I feels squashed, used and abused and tired beyond caring. Not that I complain... I almost got used to feeling that way, and a part of me is laughing at the other part that is writing this rant. Anyway, tonight I am going to allow myself the luxury of 8 or 9 hours of sleep. *relaxes for a second, but that leads to total nervous system shutdown, periferal included*