I think my brain is still completely fried from last week’s academic insanity. I have not been thinking clearly all day. I was walking back from the rec center this morning and just walked right past the bridge I have to go across to get to my apartment building. Okay, brain. Time to get it together here.
Not only do I need to study biochem, but I have another (one more!) presentation on Wednesday to get ready for. And a “final exam” in my lit class, which pretty much consists of writing a short paper and submitting it online. I just … haven’t done it yet. Which really isn’t an excuse, because I got back from my senior interview at like 3:30 and what have I accomplished? Work for my internship and eating dinner. And entering my references into DICAS. But we won’t talk about DICAS. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, just let it go. Move on.
I would explain. But then I might have to (virtually) kill you.
Do you want to know what the first thing is that I’m going to do when I get home on Friday? Haul all my stuff up to my room and lay down in my bed. Seriously. There just won’t be any energy left after that.
But I write about this because, well, writing about being tired almost makes me less tired, somehow.
Yeah my brain is mashed potatoes. Or french fries.