I'm exhausted. For the past three days I've worked three jobs, attempted to maintain some semblance of a social life, and attempted to find the $30,000 I need to go to graduate school. The term "busy" doesn't even begin to explain my current and continuous status for the rest of the summer. Hopefully I'll wear myself out so much that the constant study required at Oxford will be a welcome respite to this movement-filled existence I'm calling my summer break.