And the sickness starts creeping in...

I'm really afraid of getting sick at this point, knowing the insane amount of work that awaits me, or realistically the insane amount of work that I've procrastinated on for so long. Now would NOT be a good time to get sick. I haven't done any work all day, characteristic of every other Sunday except that today the pressure and workload are at their apex. I feel like popping a Nyquil and calling it a night but the guilt that would follow would be unsurmountable. I have too much reading, too much studying, too much homework and job applications, too much everything to do. The last thing that I should be doing is writing a blog. Stupid, stupid Aline. And it doesn't help matters that I volunteered myself for a 1,000-page humanities paper, due whenever but not really. You know what I mean by that. My g-ma is coming to visit for a week, which will be A-mazing but stressful until it actually happens. And I'll have to figure out how to balance the Reed party scene with her 65 (?) years of age. Uh oh. I hope everyone likes her. I mean, how could you not love this...