Is there life out there?

So, over the past few days I have spent an inordinate amount of time in my apartment working. Writing, grading, mmm, well, that about sums it up. Tuesday I documented in my journal all the things I did from 6 a.m. until 9:30 beside work on a research paper. Eight things - that includes 1 shower, 3 meals, 2 phone calls and a couple of emails and reading a tad bit of news. Never stepped outside. Never saw a live human being. But I was so productive.
Wednesday I was up at 5:30 and actually had to go out to deliver my paper and saw AND TALKED TO a few real people. By that evening I was going crazy.
By today I had myself back under control. Spent the day grading papers instead of working on the paper I need to write. Twenty 8-10 page research papers is a lot of work. Laura came to help me with some grading (Works Cited - she's an MLA pro now!), so I saw a live person. And had fun talking to her. I finished my students grades except for their final. They're going to do quite well after all.
And I, I have another 26 hours to push myself through. I just want to know - is there life out there? (yes, that is to the tune of RebaM)
P.S. Received several phone calls today - one from my Family Law professor. The library lost my final exam (this is the one I blogged about last week). I really, really wanted to take it again (the ONLY law final I've ever felt that way about), but I had saved it, so sent it to him. I was slightly embarrassed since now the anonymous number meant nothing - he knew it was me that run out of time and can't do math. Oh well.