Work and more work

I have sunken into a depression so deep that no amount of Prozac will lift me out of my gloomy spirits. In my ignorant haste to demonstrate my academic promise, I took two Special Papers, never for once suspecting that I had bitten more than I could chew. Presently, I am paying the ultimate price by having to reconcile my scholarly pursuits with a non-negotiable slacking schedule - a feat I am confident will be accomplished in the near future. In the meantime, a few well-intentioned words of advice: Please do not go around begging for poison which your executioners are loath to dispense.