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My head feels as if it is about to explode with the collective information I am trying to cram in it from my six classes, and my exam in Patrology tomorrow, and my exegetical research paper on Genesis, and my theological methodology paper on the Winnipeg statement, and my 120 or so Hebrew vocabulary words (devoid of all cognates), and my preparations for my two MA pre-req exams. I'm almost ready to take up drinking this evil drink again. But not yet.

I am so ridiculously, ridiculously type A. Now, if only my blood was type O...