Oh, man - In retrospect, all the trouble spent on using really makes the whole process seem ridiculous, doesn't it? I totally feel you on that one!
Biochemistry, eh? That's so awesome

What a
fascinating field! I am a Biological Psychology major, but my minor was in the neurosciences and I'm pretty well-versed in biochem, too. And I will most definitely affirm what you have said - theres a
lot, academically, that it takes (both in variety and intensity) to do well in that subject in undergraduate school.
Props to you for having the inner power to keep up with that! That is no easy accomplishment, not by any stretch. Your work ethic is really impressive.
This job of yours - Is it menial work to support yourself as you get through school? What kind of passion (if any) do you have for the work itself, the environment or your co-workers? I remember my junior year at college, as I was beginning to enter my 400-level classes, I worked as a deli clerk at a grocery store. See, when you work at the deli, it's really not your responsibility to be accountable for the rest of the store. The deli is your business. Yet I found myself getting flipped off and cursed at on a daily basis for not knowing, for instance, specifically which aisle the kosher pickles were in. The conditions at the deli were bad enough - and I was working
so hard in the other areas of my life - the last thing I wanted to hear was someone telling me off for being pickle-illiterate. Times were difficult.
Looking back on those days, I was under chronic stress. It sounds as though you are, too,
geoffreychaucer. But despite the issues you discuss with us here, you appear to be doing a superb job.
theseeker mentioned something that struck me, especially as I now reminisce on those days:
theseeker said:
Also, to some degree you just have to accept that you're going to feel some discomfort during this process.
I used to hate hearing people tell me that. As I've grown a little since college, I have come to realize that discomfort in and of itself is not necessarily a bad thing. Discomfort can be provocative. Discomfort can afford us the opportunity to change that which we are unhappy with. Discomfort can be motivating. But, in the moment, doesn't that seem so ass-backwards? I am sure it must seem that way, now.
I should also mention that I am in recovery from... well... damn near everything. I can't pinpoint a single class of drugs, lol. In the early days I just did not understand what the hell people were
really driving at when they suggested that I find activities to do. My thought process was in its infancy again - an inevitability when trying to take on life without chemical adjuncts - and I remember being left thinking, "What - Should I join a book club?? What is
that going to do for me??" But I want to reiterate the point that was graciously made already in this thread: Find activities, yes. We all need activities. But find activities that in some way relate to *you* - to YOUR interests, and whose demographics fit YOUR personality. Doing an activity based solely on the fact that it's an "activity" always left me feeling even emptier inside. Feeling unfulfilled after taking the suggestions that were given to me left me feeling more prone to developing a case of the "fuck-its" and returning to the easier, softer path of drug use and abuse. And to be honest, a lot of the activities that I participated in in my first year of staying away from the hard drugs I was addicted to revolved around internet communities. I found the internet a tremendous hub for both inspiration for my quest to remain sober and, additionally, for discovering from others interesting hobbies that I could never have just come up with on my own if someone had asked me to what it is I'd like to do.
Patience with the process, acceptance of the discomfort, and
daily affirmations of gratitude for what you've got already will yield the most otherworldly results. I keep a fortune from a fortune cookie in my wallet to remind me of the virtue in going with the ebb and flow of life. It reads:
"The most beautiful adventures are those we have not intentionally sought." It's been in my wallet for seven years, now. I can't tell you how grateful I am that, seven years ago, I had a ravenous lust for pork lo mien.

Breathe. You are doing very well. And your 'beautiful adventure'
will begin. It will. In the meantime - and in the midst of the discomfort - remember: Patience. Acceptance.
Gratitude.
Yourself is waiting for you.
~ Vaya