My brain, that is.
In an effort to avoid lengthy science-writing awfulness, I signed up for the lowest-level upper-level class I could, thinking the lower-level one would be less likely to have a great, big research paper at the end of the semester. As it turns out, the exams are take-home essays. The essays must be 4-6 pages long, utilizing at least four peer-reviewed sources. I have to do three of these.
My brain is melting all ready. See my post entitled Arsenic and Old Love for more details.