On not sleeping

Finals are this week. My torture ends officially in 5 days. I say officially, because my advisor has decided I'm still behind on my writing, and so I should keep working on my thesis (short for professional paper) for the rest of the holidays. If he wasn't the best professor I've found at UNLV, I'd be cursing (politely, of course) the day he was born.

So, for the second week in a row, I'm preparing for 20-hour days, which is ten times harder when you're not high on caffeine. I'm exhausted. I'm planning to slip into a comma by this time next week.

Must go and b*&tch somewhere else.