It's 11:21 at night. I've forced myself to continue working into the night because I'm suffering from the side effects of Tuesday night when I stayed up until 3am. It's not that I'm incapable of completing work, it's that two days ago, mother decided to stress me. I only needed a gentle push to explode and crash. That was exactly what happened. Now my 3 exams have to be rescheduled because I've been advised not to complete these exams under stress. I guess I'll be spending another weekend sitting at my desk and worry about the shape of my bottom because it may be molded into the flat contour of the chair.
