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I've been up six hours and I am sooo ready to sleep another nine. I am thinking maybe an hour's nap before I tackle my essay further exam studying. I'm just... ugh. Utterly exhausted. Got my core strength (however precarious it is), which is nice. Just worn really, really thin. Fridge was awesome, but way too much with so much school stress on top of it and I should have gone home earlier last night. I was not all that necessary to the strike. I just wanted to do my part. Sighs.

I had my third full meltdown of the end of term season yesterday, triggered by utter confusion over formalism, Formalism and New Criticism (which was finally sorted out today after some much needed sleep!) and the discovery I was missing out on Greek food, which would have been crap Greek food anyway, but rationality and exhaustion rarely mix. I bet even Vulcans get confused when they're that tired.

Okay. Nap.