Hanging on by a thread.

Do you think if I tell my teacher "The very thought of you makes me want to slit my wrists?", I'd still get an A?

Yea. That's what I thought, too.

I haven't been this stressed out since I realized I would be homeless in 9 days if that gives you a gauge at how much work I have to do. Ah! Back to work. The nazi in my brain tells me I can only have 5 minutes every couple of hours.