Plastered, hammered and gone

Current System Configuration: Totally exhausted
Earworms:
-The Seven Angels from Tobias Sammet's Avantasia: The Metal Opera [Power/Epic Metal]. Can't get enough of this song. 14 minutes of sheer epic quality.
-Rise Up by Freedom Call [Power Metal] Something to help spur my tired spirit on.
-Worth It All by Disciple [Christian Rock] Excellent Christian rock song. Disciple is a must for any believer who sings a new song
Sustenance:
[Breakfast] Chocolate oatmeal
[Lunch] Homemade burger steak in mushroom gravy with buttered rice.
[Dinner] Grilled cheese sandwich
[Coffee] Homemade mocha
Current Read:
-Wormwood by G.P. Taylor (Too wasted to read it right now)

To my dismay, I've missed almost an entire week's worth of working out. I've been squeezing my brain working on the lesson module for our next series of grammar lessons, and doing so has not been kind to my sleep schedule. More than once this week I had only been kept awake by caffeine and the grace of God. Today was the worst by far.

I usually enjoy having three classes in succession---I don't forget to say anything in the later classes and I don't do anything for the rest of the day. However, today's lecture was particularly heavy and two of the classes were interrupted by the quake drill we had. As such, I had to cram all my points into the truncated periods. It took quite an effort especially since this lecture required a lot of energy.

The quake drills were not very successful. It took longer than expected to take everyone out of the building, and had it collapsed, certain sections would have perished. <_< style="font-style: italic;">The Seven Angels, some weird lyrics came to mind.

Chorus
We are the Seven
Judgment of Heaven
Why don't we know? We are the angels!
It's revelation, soul castigation!
Fire will burn us away!

My version:
We are the Crammers!
Struggling learners!
Why can't you tell? We're Pisay students!
It's vegetation, procrastination!
Midnight oil burning away!

Ending Coda
You've been fighting for your soul
And sometimes it takes a toll
Hope one day you'll understand
What it means to hold in hand
What they call a fantasy
It is nothing but a key
To the world that now you're in
That they call a wicked dream!

When you're walking on your own
And you think you're all alone
You may feel us from inside
From the other side of LIFE!

My Version:
You've been struggling for your grade
And sometimes your nerves get frayed
Hope one day you'll understand
What it means to hold in hand
What they call Acuity,
It is more than just a key
To the future of your soul
To your glorious destiny!

When your strength is all but gone
And you just can't get that "One"
Call Him and He'll hear your cry,
Rise on eagle's wings and FLY!

Fatigued and drowsy,
Your Black Lion.