Sleeping the Sleep of the Sleeping Dead

I am sooooooo tired!!! I have been at uni every day for the last three weeks for at least 8 hours, if not more. Combine that with the assignment work at home, the travelling back and forwards and you have one stressed out Bill. I feel like a character in a renai game who has been studying too hard. My stress meter is right off the scale and despite the fact I'm taking tomorrow off to sleep, do nothing and maybe read a little Harry Potter fanfiction (Apparently there's this really cool novel length one that is true to the characters AND has correct spelling and grammar! I'll let you know more after I read it.), I don't think I'm going to score too many relaxation points.

Today I finished an assignment detailing "Expressionism: It�s Origins and Realization in the Music of the Second Viennese School". Fascinating? If I hadn't known all of this before. The major pain was that I was required to do correct referencing and stuff for it, so I had to find books and stuff that backed up what I was going to say anyway. I wrote about 2300 words in 4 hours and they were all value. Particularly the 700 words I wrote about Freud and his influence on the Expressionist movement.

Now that I've read more about Freud and his theories, I've come to a conclusion : Freud is a whacko. I thought this before I did the reading and I still think it. The only thing Freud has offered me is the opportunity to be able to say, "Sorry I ate all the chips. My id was hungry."

Going home from uni now to watch 24 and to sleep.