Dropping Odours, Dropping Wine

Briefly: School's begun and it's overwhelming. There are so many cliches for too-much-to-read, but the most appropriate image that comes to my mind is the annual Nathan's hotdog eating contest; by next week, I must read a Dickens novel, a Shakespeare tragedy, 10 pages of Milton, 250 pages of Wordsworth, and about 5 articles of criticism/theory on each. This pace for thirteen more weeks. And just as, I assume, contestants must constantly fight the urge to purge the hotdogs they are ingesting, I'm just trying not to vomit...