mugging depression

you know what's the crappy thing about tests? i mean, apart from the test itself.
it's the studying.
so here i am, sitting at my desk in hall, desperately trying to stuff info on non-verbal communication principles (what?!) into my head and i keep dozing off. so. i settle down for a short nap.
knock knock.
i open the door. two guys looking for amy. not sure what they wanted her for, and wasn't clear-headed enough to comprehend anyway. so i tell them she's not in, then plop straight back into bed.
ten mins later, my hp alarm goes off. my attempt at self-discpline fails with a blind punch at the snooze button.
but i crawled out of bed. eventually.
so, back at my desk, the words all blur together, making no sense. turn to my left, open our little black box and pull out corn crackers. munch munch munch.
and am STILL stuck on non-verbal comm principles. after the crackers are gone. (am so sorry, amy. your roommate is an undeniable peeg.)
and now here i am. blogging.
i can see i'm going to do fantabulously well for the test on wed.
not.