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This morning I woke up and felt so overwhelmed that I didn't even want to get out of bed. There is just too much to do. This will be my hardest semester of my four years, no doubt. But I made it that way. My PDA is amazingly full. On Monday evening I have SEVEN meetings. Too bad this is only the beginning. Why wasn't I cut out to be a teacher or a nurse? Teachers and nurses are nice, sweet, pretty women who can find husbands and work jobs with convenient hours. I wonder if I'll become like Phoebe on that one episode of Friends where they show how everyone's life would've been if certain things hadn't happened. I don't think I'll start smoking,though. Let's just add a yucky smell and bad health to an overly-full life. ok why am I thinking about this? I'm going to go get some stuff done.