Oh my. This afternoon I just finished an 18-hour block of time where 12 of those 18 were devoted to writing my philosophy paper. I shut down the Como study lounge and crawled into bed at 5:40 this morning. Then I picked up the ball again at 11:30 after Spanish and wrote, wrote, wrote until 4:30 in the afternoon. I'm a little tired, but the extreme fatigue won't hit until tomorrow. Thank goodness it's the weekend. Unfortunately, I'm likely to have nightmarish thoughts of Descartes' clear and distinct perceptions running through my head at least until Sunday.
Amount of work to do this weekend: lots.
Amount of time to do it in: moderate.