Monday: Freak out about assignment being questioned for its integrity, so much homework to do.  Cry. 

Tuesday: Monday problem resolved and the world is dandy! Try to sign up for a place to live next year, get totally shut down. Cry. 

Wednesday: Exhausted, realize I haven’t started a speech I need to write for next year and like the world is crushing me, and my great aunt dies. Though I know she is in a better place, I didn’t know her very well, and she was really suffering, still worried about my mom and (ashamedly and selfishly) asking why she had to go down hill so quickly and leave the world right now? I know that’s wrong and I feel wrong saying it, but why is this week just so much? 

Currently: Got dumb homework done by skimming through reading, need to finish first section of paper due tomorrow, need to make a draft of a shakespeare paper, need to read first act of othello, craving chocolate. 

WHY IS THIS WEEK EVEN STILL GOING ON?! HAS ENOUGH NOT HAPPENED YET FOR IT TO JUST END FOR PETES SAKE?! 

So, POTENTIAL Thursday: figure out housing situation, try to relax?

Friday: cry tears of joy that this week is over, cry tears of agony about homework for next week. 

Not that anyone will read this, it just feels nice to write it all down and take a big, deep breath, and just press on anyway.