*Hrmph*
My big fat ass is sore. I've been perched at my desk for about 30 hours straight and I'm predicting another 6 hours of perching.
Over the last 24 hours, I've managed to churn out 20 pages of crap. I figure since I'm averaging about an hour a page (actually, it's more like 2 pages and hour), I can get this darn SLA paper done within the next 6 hours and cram for my bloody Psych final that's in 13 hours.
Word of warning - Coming ANYWHERE within a 5 meter radius of me right now is DEADLY. I'm cranky, bloated and desperate for a neck massage from hunching over my readings...
I feel like such a bloody nerd right now. Will someone please remind me again WHY I wanted to come to grad school?~