After my third extra beverage of the day, I started feeling a bit ill. I wanted to curl up in the fetal position and pull the covers over my head.
I was jittery, yet sick to my stomach. I popped outside to get a little fresh air and grabbed some water.
It didn't help. The feeling was familiar, yet far away in the recesses of my memory.
I couldn't place it at first. But when I started craving not just caffeine, but Mountain Dew, it hit me.
It's that middle-of-finals feeling. Only this set of "tests" won't be over until mid-April.
The worst part is my friends and the boy aren't right there with me, experiencing the same hellish stress.
Instead, they're planning happy hours and going to parties. Hitting the slopes and the yoga mat. Planning warm weather get-aways to Mexico and interesting trips to Europe.
Here I am, stuck sitting at my desk, just day-dreaming about a relaxing evening walking TheDog then sitting down to catch up on 24. At least I have my DVR and a trip in May to look forward to.