and my eyes are shutting. the body’s screaming murder but I still had to drag it out of the bed and the house and trudge to work. i dread about the upcoming 2 months. I am so so swamped with major activities that’s happening all at the same time. I seriously have NO idea how I’ll be able to get through it all, and i’m praying that i’ll do fine, survive, get enough sleep, be less stressed and at the end of it all, emerge with a smile and a pat on my back. but you know what? that’s a little bit of wishful thinking on my part, because seriously..…