Finals are Imminent

All of my finals are...tomorrow.
My head hurts.
I wish I hadn't given up on biochem. Because I realized I couldn't win, so I didn't even keep trying. I should have.
Also, I'm so very, very lazy when I want to be. And I hate that about myself. Nobody else will believe it, and that makes me feel even worse.
So, we have a lovely mixture of self-loathing and glycolysis degredation and amino acids and hot and sour soup in a massive red-and-black bowl and despair and little bits of snow and a prospective climbing "date" and the pentose phosphate cycle and class additions and piano recitals and burned fingers and the chocolate chip cookies that burned them and Fructose 1,6-bisphosphatate that is turned into Fructose 6-phosphate by...wait for it...Fructose 1,6-bisphosphatase-1. The levels of which are regulated by Fructose 2,6-bisphosphatate. Which is regulated by insulin.
Basically, I'm a wreck. But when I'm wallowing, it does me good to write out all the reasons why. So then I can look at the list and feel justified in my wallowing and maybe, perhaps, feel a little better about life in general. Because of the good things that sneak onto the list, even when you're not looking for them.