I have come to hate mornings this semester simply because this are catching up with me now. Previously, I used to be so ahead of things, I'd literally jump out of bed the moment my alarm goes off. But today, backed up work has swelled into a monstrous pile of dispiriting wreck I just feel like crawling under my duvet and let my dreams iron out my problems in actuality.
But of course, that only works out, well... never.
So, all that's left for me to do is to actually do is work things out one at a time. One at a time.