Russian literature shouldn't be read past 10 pm

So instead of finishing my medical school essays I decided to read Tolstoy's The Death of Ivan Ilych. And now I'm really depressed, and want to write essays about how life sucks and we're all going to die painful deaths. Alone.

God, I need to go shopping. Good thing Sophie's Choice was checked out of the library, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to handle my life.