First of all, shame on me for not posting. I stopped posting because I was ashamed and embarrassed about what the publick would think of me after what happened last Wednesday. Let me start at the beginning:
So I decided to take two final practice tests Tuesday night before test day. Prior to this I had taken other practice tests and done well. In the very beginning I was having issues with pacing on the math section, but it seemed to be getting better. On Tuesday, however, I did great on the verbal and good on the math, but not great--my pacing problems were coming back. Basically, I would only be able to do 22/28 problems, and I would get the first 22 correct, but not even attempt the final 6, or something like that. Of course this wasn't terrible, but I was shooting for as high of a score as possible. This freaked me out a little bit. Going into the test Wednesday, I kept telling myself that the most important thing was to go fast on the math section.
The math section came around, and to my horror, I couldn't see a way to repackage the first question, which is the key to the GRE. If one were to solve that question using a straight forward method, it would take a long time, and this isn't the point of the test. I don't know if it was because I was nervous, but I started panicking immediately because I didn't see a way to approach it. Also, the first few questions are the most important, since they put you on a difficulty track for the rest of the test, and you have to answer before you can move on, so I placed high importance on the first question. Deciding that I couldn't afford to miss the first question, I did the calculation long-hand. At this point I was already in despair because my pacing was messed up, and, not surprisingly, my results didn't match any of the answers. Now I was full blown panicked. I had already wasted about 10 minutes for absolutely nothing. At that point it was over. I might as well have not taken the test. I tried the best I could on the remaining questions, but I don't think I even got half-way through. End result: barely a 1000 for the whole test (scored the way the old SATs were).
When the score popped up on the screen, I gasped and my veins felt like they were expanding. I thought I was going to puke in my cubicle. I stumbled out of the testing center, forgot my coat, and almost got hit by a car riding home. I'm still in shock, really. I was shooting for a 1600 (and I think it was achievable), but instead I barely got a 1000. Needless to say, that was below the minimum at almost all of the programs I'm applying to. Fortunately, I was able to reschedule another test for December 3rd, still leaving enough time for the new results to get to the schools. Right as soon as I got home, I wrote letters to all of the schools I'm applying to explaining what happened. My verbal was actually very good, and I have a good feeling about my essays. Grade wise, I have 8 As and 1 A- in 9 college semesters of math, which I pointed out in my letter. I also offered to have my math teachers write extra letters stating that my math skills are in fact higher than those of a house plant. Most importantly, I need to make absolutely sure my pacing issues are fixed in time for the next test, and I need to calm down while I'm taking it. On top of filling out my Berkeley application this week, the next few days are going to be hectic. Now, on to my scoring recaps:

Wednesday:
Score: -2
Total: 41
Work hours today: ---
Work hours for the week: ---
Days Sugar Free: 0
Sleep: 8 hours until the test is over.

Commentary: Blech, obviously. After the test and my letters, I ate a bunch of cookies and suffered in my chair. Totally horrible day.

Thursday:
Score: -1
Total: 40
Sugar Free Days: 0

Commentary: Relaxed with my family, which was nice, but I didn't do much. I ate poorly, hence the negative.

Friday:
Score: -2
Total: 38
Sugar Free Days: 0

Commentary: The despair still hung heavily over me at this point. Spent money, ate junk food, and didn't study that much (at least I studied some). I didn't even wake up until 11, and didn't get back to my apartment until 1 or 2.

Saturday:
Score: -2
Total: 36
Sugar Free Days: 0

Commentary: Much like Friday. Some studying, some eating junk food and spending money. Basically a waste.

Sunday:
Score: +1
Total: 37
Sugar Free Days: 0

Commentary: Did a bunch of work around the house, had a nice time with Eva, studied a bit. Recharged, mentally overcame the majority of my despair, and set up the rest of the week with practical crap (i.e., did grocery shopping, did laundry, did my weekly lot of cleaning, etc.)

Today:
Score: +2
Total: 39
Sugar Free Days: 1

Commentary: All right, I feel like I'm back on track. I studied vocab at work, ate moderately, went for a run after work, took care of some practical issues, and studied. Also important is the fact that I'm posting again. This week is going to be a crucial week. Like last week, I'm on an efficiency schedule: instant meals only to minimize cooking and cleaning time, and no leisure outside of some time with Eva at night. My plan is to come home, go for a run, and then start, breaking only for a quick dinner, and then stopping at around 9pm.