Finals Death

In this picture I am dying of finals. Tamara's computer is in front of me (she's using mine.) My phone and calculator are off to the side, and I'm taking notes - from my notes. I don't normally keep a roll of toilet paper on my bed, but I have a terrible cold and I don't want to drip on my notes. The afghan behind me was made by Grandma Mickey. It looks like I have a really big piece of paper in my lap, but really that's because I use a piece of dry-erase board as my lap desk.
I turned the thermostat all the way down to 80 degrees so that I could stress out about my homework without over-heating. When I'm happy, I normally keep it at 84 degrees, but intense frustration makes me hot.
It's almost bedtime. Hooray. I might get up at 3 in the morning to study some more. or I might sleep in really late until 6. That's what I did this morning. I don't use my time as well when I sleep in so late though, so we'll see.