Is there such a thing as progress?

I am so fucking tired it's not even funny. I seriously in this moment want to completely shut down.

Can you guess how much caffeine I've had today? I've had a grand total of 50 milligrams. 50 MG!!!!! That's like a 95 percent reduction of my normal amount. Last night I was so desperate for one of those 32 oz things of coffee (yes, I buy 32 oz of coffee) that I was starting to shake.

I dropped a little more weight. I now weigh a whopping 149 pounds. Well, after what I just ate for dinner, that's probably up to 155. Apparently I have very cute arm bones. So my sister says.

So I finally decidedthat I really need a vacation and that I'm going to take one in January-February. I have three choices that I'm down to based on how much money I have:

1. San Juan, Puerto Rico
2. San Jose, Costa Rica
3. Dublin, Ireland.

I'm going to buy the ticket on my birthday.

Speaking of purchasing, I just cleaned out my credit card. I have a balance of 0.00! For the first time in almost two years!!!!

I desperately need to get caught up on my lab data. That's on the docket tonight--get something done.....

I'm spastic tonight.

Tomorrow isn't going to be fun. Unfortunately I can't say why. Basically, the whole thing is that I said I would do this thing tomorrow that I really don't want to do right now. I don't know why I said I would, but whatever. I'll get it over AQAP.

So I'm a little conflicted on what I want to do after I finish my two vacations in December/January. I'm considering the following:

1. Work for a year, save money
2. Go straight to grad school.
3. Get my master's in immunology in a year, then do peace corps for two years, then get my Ph.D.

Ugh, decisions.

These are the things I want to get done in the next 48 hours:

1. Get all my work done for chapter 6 in French
2. Get caught up in my water notebook.
3. Do all my biochemistry data so I can get published (AT LAST!!!)