The semi-annual stress of registration

Leaning at the edge of my seat, my heart slamming in my chest, my contacts swirling in my eyes....yes, its time for registration. I dread this time every semester. I get so stressed out and worried that I will not be able to get the classes that I would like. I constantly push refresh to see how many seats are left in the classes and silently curse everyone who gets to register before me. Days before registration, I send out emails to the professors that have classes I want to take. They do not understand my paranoia. "Don't worry about it, there are still 10 seats left. Come see me if they run out." Why do they choose to feed my paranoia monster by not humoring me and just sign me into the classes? After the 5k marathon of registering, I feel exhausted but oddly hyperactive. I want nothing more then to just lie down in my bed and dream. Oh no. Sleep is a distant possibility on a registration night, so I must be content with hooking myself up to an IV of coffee the next morning. I guess its good that I'm an IV technician. Can someone pass me an 18G needle?