"Although changed, I rise again"

So. This semester is pretty fucked. I have resolved to just keep working because really, what can I do but?

Today, I finished an essay hours before it was due. Tomorrow I have a test I have yet to study for. [AND I have culture night tonight... dies.]

But there is nothing to do but keep fucking working. This is for when I get my results somewhere in summer. At least I'll have to comfort that I really tried to save everything even if I saved nothing at all. I'll really hate myself if I can't even frankly say that to myself.

Bryan has been awesomely sweet and understanding. Will plan kick-ass birthday for him.

This week is crazy. Next week is crazy. This semester is infinite doom. So.. I'm really hoping, to rise again, somehow.