On this lovely, snow-white Tuesday morning that constitutes, perhaps, my fourth or fifth sunrise witnessed after an evening of (self-induced) academic slave labor over the past two weeks.

• Everything I've inflicted on my body over the last week and a half
• Never having called my infinitely wonderful, patient sister this entire semester
• Realizing just how many American Cinema lectures I missed, how silly most of my reasoning was each time, and how wasteful it was of me to dismiss them
• The 600 some gallons of liquid caffeine I've managed to pump into my weak and subservient (probably angry) body over the past ten days
• That I haven't been home/seen Freda in several days (I've long since lost count)
• Not having done any math for a good week and a half (skipping my last recitation, canceling tutoring session, being clueless about chapters 12 and 13)
• Never having managed the time to find Christmas presents for the family, and assorted individuals, prior to this death stretch
• Having bailed out of several meetings with Selin, in which I'd intended to address my inexplicable mathematic retardation, out of pure exhaustion/trepidation
• My extreme need to work on millions of review problems for my QR final
• ✔ Knowing I will most assuredly fail tomorrow's Ancient Israel final
• ✔ Knowing I will, in all likelihood, only finish this Ancient Israel essay by a nose
• That I probably made Zach Holbrook feel bad when I missed several Literary Interpretations classes in a row over this past month
• That I probably made Zach Holbrook feel bad when I, 1) missed the last class, as well as the close reading exercise and round table discussion and, 2) went on to request an extension on my final essay from him
• Severely upsetting Selin by just now having asked to take the QR final early, whereas everyone else already took the make-up final
• Knowing that I asked for an extension on every final essay I had for every class, and still turned most of them in late