Overloaded, yet goofing off

Seriously, I have a metric fuckton of work to do. Thinking about what I need to get done raises hives, blood pressure and my blood oxygen level. Still, I spent the better part of my evening playing card games with a friend and his new girlfriend. (Totally love the new girl. Her tatas are even sexier than mine, no mean feat boyzengurls.) So even though I'm very aware of what I need to get done, I still felt like I had to unwind. Worse still, just an hour or so wasn't going to cut it. It took a full evening of card games, tea and a glass of wine.

Fast forward 3 hours. I'm home. The bed buddy is warming my sheets and Princess T is sitting here making gooeyluv eyes at me, purrring up a storm, wanting constant petting and love.

And me? I'm edgy as hell and positively boggled that I got through first year at all. I've had 3 days of fairly sold back to back school stuff and I'm utterly wiped. First year I was back to back almost non-stop, and getting no sleep. Last night's soporific pellets of bliss made me sleep damn near around the clock. Restful yes, not so conducive to a metric fuckton of work getting done.

Meanwhile, just like first year, my coursework is destroying neurons faster than I can mint them. I absolutely HAVE to read for Wills & Trusts, because the professor doesn't cover the material in a comprehensible manner. My classmates keep reassuring me that I'm not the only person completely dumbfounded by the lecture, but I feel like an UltraDeluxe Fucktard in there. The book is the only thing that makes sense, and I'm taking it because I want the info, not because it's on the Bar exam.

Meanwhile part duh, Estate & Gift tax leaves me feeling like my brain is nothing but a dog's well-loved chew toy. Observe an actual comment from tonight's card game:

"When you graduate, do they give you your brain back?"

see also: me describing 1) an hour glass, and 2) bird wings.

1 - You know, that thing, with sand in it.
2 - *holding arms out to side* You know, arms, but on birds, what's that called? oh yeah, wings.

Do I get my brain back, indeed. And that was AFTER I'd had some dinner.

So yeah, and I'm also taking 3 OTHER classes! I am so hosed. Screw Calgon, I think I need Captain Morgain and St. Brendan to organize a hijacking.