#%&@$*!

It can't be done. I can't make it. I have so much homework left to do that it makes me laugh, which sounds like crying, which makes Andrea laugh, which makes us both cry because we are so overwhelmed. The word "homework" has sent us into hysterics six times so far tonight. Each time Jocelyn laughs so hard watching us that she lies down on the floor. Tears stream down my face and Andrea doubles over and I am eating popcorn like my life depends on it because I am crampy and miserable. Twice I made witty, sarcastic remarks, which was very unlike me but impressed Jocelyn nonetheless. The only conclusions we can reach is that (a) we simply must live through tomorrow on as much caffeine as possible, and (b) the only reason boys are so macho and chill is because they don't have one week each month where all they want to do is shoot themselves in the face. The latter sent us all into fits which lasted long enough that I probably could have accomplished something decent in the time I spent falling out of my desk chair, doubled over in laughter/tears and wincing in abdominal pain.

I am having a nervous breakdown. And the saddest part is that I find time to blog about it.