It's ba-aackkk...

I was up 'til 3:30 AM last night. I FINALLY finished the Journal Article that ate San Francisco. After 3 (count-em) failed email attachment attempts, I managed to rid myself of the thing.

Amped, it took me a while to fall asleep.

I had no reason to get up early today.

But, I woke at 9:15, ready to start the day with the all-too-familiar subtle panic: it's finals prep time (of course, I was dreaming about the wedding, so that could be contributing to my feeling of overwhelm, but regardless).

This is ridiculous. Doesn't my body know I'm a 3L?