An end to an end....

Well, in about half an hour I'll be on my way to take my last final exam of my undergraduate degree. What the future has to hold...I still don't know. I've come to realize that the graduate school application process is perhaps even more hazardous for one's mental and physical health than college applications and final exams. While dancing to my Spice Girls Pandora station and downing antihistamines (ah yes, springtime finalement), I compiled this list of ways in which my graduate application process has affected my health:

1. Loss of fingernails: I have apparently chewed my fingernails so far down that even to type this blog entry is a painful endeavor. 
2. Insomnia: They could have changed my application status at 3 AM...right? Who knows? All of that slaving away at these applications must leave admissions counselors and program directors staying up all night.
3. Obsession with mail trucks/mail carriers/ mailboxes: Medical experts have named this disorder "HEY THERE NEIGHBORHOOD MAIL CARRIER! WHATCHA GOT IN THERE!?!?....itis".Not to mention the anxious hours of 2:30-4:30. When you live in a high-rise it takes two hours for them to distribute the mail..especially if you live on the last few floors. My stomach turns, I distract myself by watching episode after episode of Weeds, making the journey downstairs a total of four times before I can admit that the mail people have finished distributing the mail for the day. 
4. Trembling at the sight of small, thin evelopes: Anywhere, doesn't matter if it's from Chase Bank. Maybe the school decided to become sponsored by the bank! Maybe they ran out of official envelopes! (The fact that I work in a college office and, in fact, mail acceptance letters in thin envelopes every semester does not make me feel any less anxious about them.)
5. Excessive Sneezing- Ok, so this one might just be from my cat.
6. Insistence on being near a computer and mailbox between the hours of 7 AM-7 PM on weekdays...self explanatory
7. Emotional Highs and Lows- I start off every morning happy and excited, and by around 5 PM every day I realize I'm not going to get an answer. The effect is truly emotionally devastating. 
8. Sundays are a drag- To quote the famous Harry Potter "There's no post on Sundays " ("Right you are, Harry! No post on Sundays! Ha!"...) Not that this stops me from checking the mail at least twice anyway.

I know there are more ways in which this has manifested itself. How has the grad school application process messed you up? Please, share!