darn the low pressure systems

I feel awful. I've always been affected by low pressure systems, and I am so tired today. You know what it's like when you're trying to run through deep water -- it just feels like all the effort you're putting into movement totally isn't working the way it should. I just want to go lie down and sleep until this pressure system slogs its way to another part of the nation, but I can't.

I have a 15-page (not including the cover page or bibliography) paper due on the 21st of this month. Ten days away. On homosexuality. If the topic was anything else, it'd be finished by now (or at least 10 pages further along than this one is). There's only so much you can say about it -- and I've said it. Now I'm trying to think of really creative ways to tease this sucker out to the required length.

I have to write a 2-page paper for the blankety-blankety-blank-blank new music professor. I want the other music professor back. I miss my friend.

I have to stumble through another part of a chapter for astronomy -- jump in, try not to drown in it, and pull myself out with my fingernails, on the other side.

I have to memorize a song to sing for that new music professor. I so do not want to do this.

I have to read another chapter or two in my theatre book.

And I'm already terrified about midterms, which are over a month away.