I worked on my psychosis talk until 5am last night, got up at 10 to keep working on it, ran off to at history class at 1pm, hauled books home from the library, ate breakfast, finished working my talk, and I’m just sitting down to dinner now…

Then I’ve got to skim through this stack of books and write an outline for my art history essay that’s due in a week. Oh boy. I’m really not sure how I’m still on my feet. And I’m really not sure about my crazy plans for more time spent in higher education! Oh boy oh boy.