Yeah, I'm really going mad

Woke up Sunday morning with a slight hangover, which surprised me since I didn't really drink that much, and I drank a couple glasses of water before bed. I think that the heat really affects you more when you drink here, so even if you don't drink that much, the heat just dehydrates you completely nonetheless. I sat outside on the porch with Stacey and read Lope while she started her major cram-session for her history exam on Monday. Then we had lunch: delicious lentil and rice soup, fried fish off the bone, simple green salad, and watermelon for dessert. Then Stacey and I packed up and headed to Starbucks where I made a ton of flashcards for Historia del Arte which took forever (I started at 4 and didn't end until 9:15). Then we came home for dinner which was AMAZING. Literally, one of the best dinners we have had. It was frittata, which entails blended red and green peppers, tomatoes, and olive oil. It's served cold with a fried egg. You eat it with bread, and you dip the bread while you eat it. It was AAAAAAMAZING. I want to make it back home. She told me what else you put in it: sugar and salt. Okay, I got this. Hehe. For dessert we had flan cups...just when I thought that the meal couldn't get any better! After dinner Stacey and I went to our room. We both had exams the next day for which we needed to study like crazy, but we just couldn't do it. We were really just studied out. So we just messed around online for a good hour and a half and listened to Whitney Houston. I also called my parents to discuss their travels (yay!). Then, finally, at 1:30 we migrated to the living room where we forced our last ounces of studying out of us. I went over 3/4 of my notecards and learned them pretty well. I was feeling pretty confident. By 2:30 Stacey and I were exhausted and restless and literally going crazy. You know when you've been studying too much and your brain stops functioning normally except pertaining to academics? That's what was happening. We were literally acting like we were high or something because we were a mess. Maria del Mar came back at around 2:45 from a date with Alfonso and that brought us back to reality a bit. But after she went to bed we had to study more and we went even more mad. We finally had done all we could and at about 3:30 we called it a night. I needed my bed ASAP. I went to bed and literally dreamt about Egyptian, Greek, Roman, and Islamic art. I kid you not. I'm really going mad.