9:13am, Saturday:

I'm at school. The goal is to stay here until I've reviewed everything. I'm prepared to spend the night if need be. I'm not leaving the 4th floor of this building until every lecture has been reviewed.

Also, I'm planning to stay off of the internet (except for accessing lectures and powerpoint presentations and updating this blog).

11:33pm, Saturday

I've gotten online a few times. Whatever. I've still gotten craploads done and I'm not stopping yet! I'm pretty exhausted, but I'm still being productive. I made a list of things I need to get through. It's got seventeen items on it (the list is 17 items long. Again, whatever. Grammar.) I've accomplished six of the seventeen since I made the list this afternoon. Yet somehow I still believe I'm going to make it.

I went to a Narcotics Anonymous meeting last night. Drew and I were invited by a friend who was celebrating 8 years of sobriety. I'd like to tell you about it, but everything I type sounds like something from this site.

3:51pm, Sunday

I made it until 1am this morning, then I tried to sleep on the concrete floor. There are couches downstairs but i was too tired to pack up my stuff; too worried about having to make chitchat with classmates down there; too concerned about getting an early start this morning. That may have been a mistake, though, because DAMN that concrete floor was cold. I put on my hat and gloves and my coat. At 4am I pushed two tables together and got a few more hours of sleep off the floor (although the tables weren't necessarily much warmer).

I've gotten a lot done. I have a lot left to do. It's not possible, apparently, to do it all. I'd honestly really love to quit right now. But maybe that just means I need a 15 minute break. And a snack.

Here I am, wearing yesterday's clothes:



At least I brushed my teeth.