It hasn't hit me yet, but it will much sooner than I wish.
It's 3:30 in the morning. I'm in the Geocorner undergraduate lounge, having just finished two problem sets (one completely, another mostly) and read the tail end of one short story. I also think I have some idea of what to write a three-pager German paper that's due on Friday about, so that's good too.
But mother-f*ck, it's going to suck to get up tomorrow morning. If I didn't have to be functional from 10 am to 10 pm tomorrow (practice music with Amanda at 10, tennis at 11, class from 1 to 5, then dinner, then orchestra 7 to 10), I would probably just pull an all-nighter and wait for the meltdown, and then sleep for a good thirteen hours. As is, I'll probably sleep until about 8:30 or 9, then get up, copy out the two poems I have to read for Goethe Poetry class tomorrow, and then make a go of the rest of the day.
w00t. college is fun.
But mother-f*ck, it's going to suck to get up tomorrow morning. If I didn't have to be functional from 10 am to 10 pm tomorrow (practice music with Amanda at 10, tennis at 11, class from 1 to 5, then dinner, then orchestra 7 to 10), I would probably just pull an all-nighter and wait for the meltdown, and then sleep for a good thirteen hours. As is, I'll probably sleep until about 8:30 or 9, then get up, copy out the two poems I have to read for Goethe Poetry class tomorrow, and then make a go of the rest of the day.
w00t. college is fun.