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I fucking hate Mondays. I need to break this horrible pattern. Every weekend since I got to New York I promise to do my work on Friday, don't start it until Sunday, end up rping with Stephanie until 5am (not exaggerating), get almost nothing done, have a minor breakdown, bang out some half-assed excuse for homework, forgo my reading altogether, and spend the entire day feeling like I'm about to literally keel over and pass out because I slept for 20 minutes and I'm no superman to be able to handle that kind of strain on my body.

I am going to sleep now for some pathetic two hours so that I can get up and study for my massive Japanese test to which I had intended to dedicate almost all of Saturday to.

I need intervention ASAP.