I feel like I'm dying. Or at least my brain is dying. Or it just wants to die.

Last Thursday, I found out that I have a "complete first draft" of my senior thesis due on Monday. Evidently I was in possession of this information all semester, but I had to go looking through my campus email's "deleted" folder to find it. I am still not quite sure how it got deleted in the first place.

At any rate, I've been doing research for two days. I have a little more to do, then I can start writing. Hopefully I can get twenty pages hammered out by Monday. Hopefully I can get the rest of this weekend's homework done with it. My head hurts.

I need to go read Paul Tillich. He is not part of my thesis paper, but I need to write emails about him in the next two days. I would go back to reading for my thesis, but I fear that such nearness to the subject matter at this point would engender a terrible aversion. I don't want to hate my books. I want to sleep for a few weeks. Tonight's study break will be seeing Chicken Little with my college sweetheart. Hopefully, that will let my brain decompress for a while.

More later.


the sky is falling!