Wayyyy Past My Bedtime

I like saying goodbye to my day by 8PM (Uh, no I don't have a life.).  Right now it's 1:04.  In the morning.  It's tomorrow.  Today.  I blame it on homework.  It's taking over my life.  One day, I swear, someone will find me buried under a pile of books, but it will be too late by then.

I barely had time to eat this week.  At night, I dream about failed math tests.  A few days ago, I was so exhausted, that I fell asleep on the rug while whimpering about my GPA. That's what I was told by witnesses.  I don't really remember the details.  I do remember waking up to my brother asking if I was alive.  I look forward to an afterlife that doesn't involve deadlines.

I can barely look at this computer screen.  I hate coffee, but I drank more of it than any human being should.  Yet, I am nodding over the keyboard.  This can't do because the schoolwork is just not finished.

I should probably get back to it now, and hope that my teachers are in a better mood than my new hero.