Exhaustion

I'm so exhausted. I've been sleeping around 2am every night and waking up at 6am the next day, for almost a month now. We've been rushing the MEP animation that's due tomorrow (or rather later today) at 4pm. We actually stayed back in school till 10pm tonight, which is pretty much the latest I've ever stayed in school before heading home. And even after this MEP assignment is done, we still have the Multicam demo show (next Friday) and Radio talkshow (next Wednesday). And I have my Japanese RP this Thursday. I'm so tired, I've been this close to blacking out in class several times. I'm not even kidding, when I stand the whole room just spins around me and I barely know how to stand upright anymore, and yet I refuse to let myself show how tired I really am because I don't want anyone to think I'm weak. I'm nodding off during classes, nodding off while standing, walking, eating, talking, everything. Hell, I'm nodding off typing this post. It could be something to do with the fact that getting 6 hours of sleep is considered a luxury to me now.


Too much work, too little time to do it. I won't be able to wait for the semester to be over, and maybe I'll be able to just lie down and sleep for as long as I need to. Before that though, I need to finish all the assignments, and get through the final exam papers. And after all that, we have our SIP. Can you blame me for being terrified?

Oh, on a random note: I GOT AN A FOR MY RADIO SKILLS TEST WHOOOOOOOOOO :D

I'm not kidding when I say that I'm this close to collapsing.
My body can't take it any more, and yet I insist on continuing to push it to its very limits.
I just feel that until all this is done, I don't deserve to rest.
And so I continue to push myself till I prolly collapse in school or something.
Sigh.

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