This is my 13th week of classes. Only two more to go after this.

This is also the first week that I'm really really feeling the weight of working full-time and being in school full-time. I've been tired out the ass prior, but nothing like this...

I had an Anatomy test on Monday, I have a Massage I test tonight (mother of god, there are way too many physiological and therapeutic benefits to massage--getting you to poop is only the tip of the iceburg), *AND* I have a debate to do in Ethics tomorrow (against assisted suicide) that I haven't even started writing yet.

Did I mention that I'm actually *FOR* assisted suicide? Um yeah. I think people should kill themselves all they want. In fact, I'm more than happy to help them out. I know quite a few people that could use a good offing. Call me Ms. Kevorkian.

Lack of sleep = bitterness.