It's official. Anatomy kicked me up and down the street and then jumped up and down on my prone body--GEDDIT, prone? Opposite of supine? One of the terms we learned very early on in the course? Yep? Good. Carry on!--and then Anatomy stole my purse and dissed my haircut while running from the cops.
Yesterday my friends and I studied for ELEVEN HOURS. The day before we studied for SEVEN hours. I crashed at the house we were studying at since we didn't stop until 1:30am. We woke up at 6:30am. Then we had Anatomy class at 8am and studied for three hours before our test at 2pm. Which I don't wanna talk about. (Okay, fine. I feel sort of good about it but DON'T tell Anatomy, or else it'll jinx it and I will FAIL.)
Also, having one night every so often of sound dreamless sleep would be great. I fell asleep last night thinking "tibial tuberosity" and woke up thinking "oligodendrocytes". Gaaah.