I don't think I can write 3000 words on the meaning and aspects of Yoga by Friday. This is troubling, because I have to. Buggrit, buggrit, buggrit millenium hand and shrimp. I'm going to be very happy when this whole undergrad uni thing is done and I can stop stressing about the next essay I have to hand in. Only problem is, then I'll be doing something else and worrying about something else. When will life stop? Please, Mr Conductor. I want to get off.