So even with 8 hours of sleep after that productive day (falling asleep took some help from my friend Bad White Wine), the next day I was SO UNPRODUCTIVE. MY BRAIN EMPLOYEES WENT ON STRIKE:
"We worked for 17 hours yesterday, we deserve a day off," they argued.
"But I have a test in two days, you can have a break on Monday," I argued back.
"But we want to read Perez Hilton for 6 hours," they counter-offered.
"But there are 43 autonomic drugs to learn, and that's only one fifth of the test!" I angrily spat back.
"But if we don't read these stupid articles on the Internet, who will? WHO WILL?!"
And so I probably did a total of 5 hours of work the whole day on Saturday, which is unacceptable since I was in the study room for about 10. But then Sunday, my loyal friend Stress thankfully stopped by the office and whipped my workers back into shape so that I wouldn't fail on Monday. Phew.