Today, if no one is interested

I have experienced this level of mental, physical, emotional exhaustion very few times in my life. I blink mistily at the screen because I'm not sure what I'm typing, actually. I am a blob. A lump. A thudding great heap of silence. I cannot move, but I refuse to sit here any longer. I begin to fuse with the chair. This is a wrong thing to happen.

I know I am not the first to experience this sort of hell on earth, and it's a hell of my own making, but today was awful.

I woke up at 6:15 to drop mom off at work, came back and accidentally fell asleep, so there went at least an hour I should have been using. I spent the next 2 hours pushing through a report and three page paper project that I should have started three weeks ago. Needed a shower. Showed up to class long enough to turn it in. Then I sat back down at the computer and began trying to type up the last bits of a term paper due at 2. I did part of it, then tumbled for a good hour. What is wrong with me? By that point, I had about 10 minutes to stuff a few things into it that were supposed to be references before I went to choir. Still needed a shower. Went without. I went to choir, sang, came home, researched and typed and cut and pasted frantically until 2 . . . and then after 2 . . . and I got to class 45 minutes late. Still needed a shower. Once that was turned in, I went home. I got food, watched some TV. Finally took a shower right before I had to work for two hours. I remembered to my dismay that I still needed to revise and send a second draft of an essay that I had fudged my way through the first time, so it needed a lot of work. It was also due at 2, but it was a bit late for that now. After work, I came back to the computer desk from Hades and finished going through the essay. I sent it. I remembered that I have to do a bibliography for another term paper.

I do not care. Tomorrow.