kill me now.

The next 24 hours are going to be absolutely hellish, because while I've finished one midterm paper, I have two response papers and an in-class essay (which I'm going to FAIL because I'm completely unprepared for it) and a BA paper hotseat to get through. At 6pm tomorrow, all that will be done, and the play wot I'm directing will open at 8pm. Which is a whole other realm of hell, but in a good way. So. I just need to stick it out for 25 hours and 40 minutes, and I'll be fine.

Provided I last that long, of course.

ETA: AND I have my period, just to add even more loveliness to my life.

Well.

I've reached a sort of zen state, re: schoolwork. Like. No matter how frantically I study and read shit and try to take loads of notes for my Tolkien midterm tomorrow morning, I'll never be prepared for it. I just won't. There's been about 400 pages of reading per week, of which I've only managed to do about half on a regular basis, and my brain simply cannot process that much information all at once. So. I'll read a bit more, maybe jot down a few things, but I won't stay up all night worrying about it. The exam is at 9am; if I don't get enough sleep, I'll just botch it all up anyway. And I'll get through the essay somehow. I've done it before. I won't do fantastically, but I'll pass. And once my show is over, I'll have time to really work hard for the rest of the quarter, so even if I do really badly tomorrow, I'll pull through all right. This class is just an elective; it's not hugely important. And no one will ever care if I failed one lousy midterm in one lousy class once in my entire college career. This isn't a big deal.

I just want it to be over with. That's all.