Stupid Florida

As two AM approaches I can't help but notice that the gritty feeling sliding inside my veins, the granuals of caffine coursing through my system that's perforating my brain and leaving spastic tweaks and twichtes as I turn the pages of my spanish book is far from receeding. First exam is in exactly seven hours. This is not exactly how I wanted to spend my last semester of school, but it can't be helped. This stuff is tough. Luckily, I've discovered an online resource that the rest of the class doesn't seem to know about that will be able to test me and keep me sharp throughout the rest of the semester. I should make it through this test okay, but it'll come at the cost of a night's sleep. This stuff is tough. Stupid Florida.