Last night someone asked me if I had any mortal enemies on this campus and I said no, but last night I had dreams that made me think otherwise. I might be sleeping too much. My body is adjusting to this massive amount of sleep. That is all it wants to do. I don't know how I am going to last in workshop till midnight tonight. I still do too much work everyday. I have four and a half pages of my five page paper due on Thursday. Ideally this would pay off and I would have to do less work later, but there's always more work. There's almost thirty poems to revise, another German essay to write, a German take-home test to take, another Dylan Thomas paper, another Dylan Thomas book to read. Class ends two weeks from today and I feel overwhelmed.