Am I so wrong to believe it's not necessary for me to feel like I have to "fight for my life" (a la "Her Morning Elegance) every single day? It would be nice, just once, just one day this stupid, miserable, torturous semester to go to bed knowing that I did all I could and I can sleep in peace.
I stayed up all night minus the two hours I feel asleep on the couch writing my paper and therefore am allowed to wax overdramatic. I don't believe there are many things more depressing than seeing your unslept in bed the next morning.
The paper is still not finished.