Finals...

Holy God.
I can't even think right now, I don't even smoke and I'd kill for a ciggarette.
I have three finals starting at 8am tomorrow and last night I had a dream that Soren Kierkegaard and Plato were chasing me.
My brain is so fried that my computer screen is bending like a funhouse mirror.
Welcome to college.
And they wonder why students get addicted to adderalll and trucker crack.