Read Murakami, reading Woolf, paper after paper

I am trying to use every minute of my waking hours for school which has prematurely outgrown my human capabilities as early as now.

Also, I've been reading. Last night, I read Murakami's "UFO in Kushiro". I ended up unable to sleep until about 3 AM when the stress finally hit me and dropped me like a log on my bed. This is too early to be stressed.

I am also reading Virginia Woolf's "Between the Acts". The few pages I have read has been familiar in awkward places and I could swear I have read it before. But I feel that way with a lot of books. Is deja vu a brain failure?