The blissful thing about being sick is that you don't have the mental capacity to think in the long term.

Unfortunately, now everything is coming apart at the seams. I know it will get salvaged somehow, but I foresee a lot of bs and all-nighters. This always happens, doesn't it?

Everything just explodes for a while, and then it all comes back together. Guess some of us just don't get to live stable lives. That's the price you pay for excitement, I suppose.