Ode to ulcers

Anyway, I got home from work today and immediately took a nap, one which did a fair job of recharging my batteries (I'm no longer that sleepy) but didn't help in getting me any more relaxed. Mainly because I dreamed about school work and not getting shit done. I dreamed about trying to skip my American Lit class to work on my Shakespeare, and then realizing that I hadn't gotten anything done. Wow, that sentence doesn't even make sense. What I mean is this: I've got to read a play (As You Like It), followed by some really academic secondary reading about the play, write a 5 page response, and then present my ideas in a presentation tomorrow. Plus the rather lengthy book which I should have already finished for AmLit--I'm probably not even 100 pages into it.
You know you're having problems when you're having nightmares (during the daytime) about homework. I made a random comment today: I said I was going to drop out of grad school tomorrow. I wasn't serious, but it did feel good as it rolled off my tongue. Hmmm . . .
Basically, in my experiences in grad school, there is always a feeling of being under the gun. After taking last week off, I feel doubly behind. I'm sending my wife to the store for chewable Pepto (the liquid crap is just too f'king gross) to see if it can stop the acidic torments in my gut. Her and the kids will likely go somewhere and eat, so I can be left alone to do homework and/or blog. This is just a lot easier right now, and it helps me wake up.
I'll be up all night working on BS, so I'll probably come back to this sometime tonight and post again.
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I should be doing something schooly...anything schooly. But I just bought a website instead (http://www.estellasrevenge.com). Nothing on it yet.
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