Five hours of sleep is all I have right now. Five hours of sleep, and two days until Spring Break.
Heaven help me.
I’ve been dozing all day, it seems; on desks in the library, on my bed when I stupidly allowed myself to lie down for a few minutes, slumped in hallways during passing time. You know things are out of control when your head hits your chest and you’ve already begun dreaming before you can rouse yourself for the end of your history prof’s famous Industrial Revolution Lecture.
To hit the finer parts of my day, I applied for two jobs, met with a group of extremely nice girls for a tour of their off-campus house, attended two meetings, wrote an article for my school’s newspaper about last Thursday’s Student Senate meeting, and spent about five hours total in the library (welcome to midterms).
And now, for bed.