Its 3 am, I am not at home because I had a take home midterm (that would never end) to cram. So I invited myself to disturb a friend, mess up her apartment, and abuse her free wifi till the wee hours. 

I am sick with fever and flu. I sneeze every 10 seconds and my nose is raw from my wiping the never ending snot. The tissue paper pile on the floor is growing. My head is heavy, aching and hot. My joints are sore. My body feels like lead.

I have to be at the office by 7 to help out in 2 meetings. I am behind a whole shitload of report deadlines that go on.

I have a class after work to read and write digests for. Your guess is as good as mine about how that will be done and how I will survive tonight's graded recitation.

This is one of the lowest points in my working student life.

There us simply not enough time.

I am physically, mentally, emotionally sick.

This is so obviously unhealthy. Why am I choosing to kill myself in such a slow, boring, and agonizing manner?

Maybe it doesn't have to be this way.