The Most Horrendous Time of the Year

Lately I have been feeling like the life of our group of friends is somewhere between the gangs of St. Elmo's Fire and Grey's Anatomy. We definitely live in a pressure cooker, and one in which spending 15 hours a day in a cafeteria is the norm around this time. I was looking forward to explaining that here until a was struck down by the germ manifesto.....

I was feeling pretty good at the start of this week. Dreading exams, sure (who doesn't), but feeling good. And I even managed to think this as I was walking into a freezing cold morning at 6:30 when it was still completely dark out. That's clearly over, as I carry sniffle my way through trademark and gift and estate tax. It's this early in study period and I have already started sporting the sweats. That's right, the "I give up" sweat pants. Between exams, the transition period at work, coupled with my new tethering device, and folks crawling out of the woodwork, this has proven a little too much. While I do, in part, blame the full moon, I also blame my irresistibly charming personality and innate beauty for the fact that people can't seem to LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!!!

Instead, I will focus on my studies, giving excellent gift suggestions, loading up on the vitamins and having a Nyquil night, being an excellent worker, giving cheer and hugs (sans germs) to anyone who needs them (well, not ANYONE, see above) and making a killer chili for this weekend's study sessions.

Until then, crap bag. First name crap, last name bag.