Pretty much I just feel like my head is about to explode. There's way, way too much in here. I feel pulled in a million directions, and spun in a plethora of tiny circles. Somehow there is too much homework, housework and headwork to do all in one day. I feel as if my body might simply go *poof* at any second. Which wouldn't be so bad really, because it would stop me from having to study for that test, write that paper, correct that other paper, finish reading that book, clean the bathroom, empty the litter box, run the dishwasher, clean of the balcony, call back those people, organize my desk, eat something, find time to sleep, stop feeling dead inside, do the laundry, hang up those clothes, take my pills, clean up my room, dust so I can stop sneezing, and ultimately just try to make it 'til tomorrow when all of this needs to be done by... That isn't so bad. At least now I have a list of things to do in the next twelve or so hours. That's fantastic. This weekend I need to TRULY spend hours upon hours getting my life straightened back out. There's just too much that's been left undone.