I'm exhausted.

I slept like a log the week I was home, albeit not starting til at least 3:30am, and going to at least 12:30pm. But it was still log-like. It's Wednesday now, I've been back since Sunday, and the past 3 nights I haven't gotten to sleep until, well, 3:30 or 4. Then I get up around 7:30. It hasn't been going well, and I missed my morning class yesterday. I feel not good.

Three more weeks here - 2 more of classes, then finals. For most people, these are the worst. This is when all the papers are due and professors start cramming in all the chapters, quizzes, and assignments they can in order to catch up to what they ambitiously put on their syllabus before the semester started. Ryan's got 3 papers due in the next week or so, and is taking the LSAT on Saturday. I don't have papers due, but the usual grind is getting....grindier (sure, it's a word). No time to rest, and if you ask me at the end of the day what I accomplished, I could give you a list, and on that list not one thing would be meaningful. Whine, whine, whine.

I'm sleep-deprived. I can also hear every last thing through these thin walls, including the conversation in the room directly above mine. Ryan's schedule and mine don't intersect too much for the next few weeks, so this is going to be one of those times we actually go a full week without seeing each other. Some of you are probably shaking your heads at how lucky we are to have even that. I can tell you though, that after a complete 24 hours of not seeing each other we start sending "I miss you" text messages back and forth. We're dorks like that.

Going to attempt going to bed early tonight.