Eight Classes in One Semester

It's eleven at night and I'm halfway between being awake enough to study and being asleep.  The little gap I never use for anything productive because I'm too tired to form a cohesive thought.  In less than a minute and a half.  I guess I'm still here technically, but I'm yawning.  An awful lot.  I can really yawn, to the point tears are coming out of my eyes and I'm nodding off in between sentences.

Can you tell me what I'm writing about?  I'm having trouble remembering.  It's not like I have a lot to talk about right now.  All I do every day is read books and write papers.  Take tests.  Eat too much.  I really don't have a good excuse because my stress level doesn't feel that high.  I manage it pretty well with food.  Hot chocolate works, too. 

I have finished my first round of exams for the semester.  I did well, overall.  Pharmacology is, by far, the most challenging.  I got a ninety.  There's a lot of memorization and my brain feels full.  At least it does tonight.  I feel myself listing to the left most days because that's the side of my brain controls word memorization.  So then I feel like I should write a blog or something which stimulates the creative centers located in the right side of my brain, just to balance things out.  Rest.   I don't want one side of my mind to burn out before the other. 

I turn off heater.  If I do not, my body will burn up before either of my two brains.  That sounds like a zombie's dream.