I must have a death wish or something

Oh. That's right. I do.

Some of you know the plan: heart attack by twenty. Well, I've been beginning to worry because I've got just one month and a few days to meet that deadline, and try as I might, I don't seem to be on the right path. Now, don't get me wrong. I'm taking many steps to bring it on. I sleep around four/four and a half hours per night--generally because I know I shouldn't stay up working any longer, so I take a sleeping pill before I can talk myself out of it. I work too much. I spent six and half hours straight working with a mock trial witness this morning. I've agreed to publish an article at the end of the month, meaning I'm going to have less than three weeks to start and finish it. And my chest pain and headaches have returned. Plus, let us not forget the smoking. I'm working on getting my caffeine intake back up to par as well. I think I'm going to need something drastic to seal the deal.

Hence, I will be departing for a mock trial trip tonight, allowing me to waste two and a half days pretending to be perky and optimistic to keep team morale high, only to return to write papers, do research, work on the article, finish a book in about two days, and try to remain functional, all while working and going to class and meetings.

Myocardial infarction, here I come!