I'm bad at making up titles

I've been studying since 930. I'm not sure how long that is. My brain is going mushy, my emotions are getting the best of me, I can't fit any more in my head. I just want....

food

my bed

a crochet project

a movie

a white chocolate mocha

to bang my head on this desk

my mom

a book

a comfy chair

dinner made for me

a job

a puppy

a vacation

a bike ride with a friend

a new cute dress

I made unrealistic lists when I get this way. When my brain can't function properly anymore. When words are running together and I can't define a transposon, a pseudogene, a splicing cascade any longer. My eyes don't focus quite right anymore, my hand has more cramps then a menstruating woman, my heart is heavy with the words of molecular biology.

But I will press on, for that is all that can be done.