Time to Go Back to Bed

I'll sum up the vast majority of what I'm feeling with two words: Exams suck.

Had the weirdest dream last night. I was working on a script for one of Shakespeare's plays (Not sure which, but apparently the director wanted to change it).
Anyway, the cast of The West Wing kept calling me, telling me I had to take over running the play, as it seemed it was going to be a very bad version.
So, I went down to the stage area to see what I could do. The play was set in water. The cast was a bunch of giant orcas (10 times the normal size). The audience, sitting on a grassy hill, was composed of giant cows (also 10 times their usual size). If you got too close, the cows would lick you (that's when I woke up).
For some reason there was debate over whether or not to do a fight scene, because the director didn't want to show violence among killer whales.

Judging by my dream, I'm not in the right mental state to study/take an exam.

On another positive note, I finished Camilla yesterday (913 pages).

On a negative note I need to read a 470 page book for Tuesday. Given everything that's going on, I don't think I'm going to make it.