Touray

Today I am rediscovering what it means to be tired. Last night I traded in my humanity for the similitude of an owl. This nocturnal nature was induced by my insistent procrastination. What I imagine to take just a few hours to finish spilled into the whole night. I started working at 8 pm and finished working at 8:00 am. I drank two full throttles and one cup of coffee. My stomach had yet to recover.

It’s been an adventure. Around 6:00 am I rested for 20 minuets in the library to abruptly wake up to an unfriendly puddle (yuk).

I stumbled down stairs to complete my finishing touches and then had the bright idea that one could actually live in the university library without anyone noticing. I’d like to try this out for about two days.

I am glad to say I am currently in my last class and thinking of sleep. My hands are cold. Hunger has no meaning and my eyes have turned into little slits.

My most enjoyable moment was waiting for the elevator today. I sat on the floor and relaxed. I was nearly oblivious to the two Asian ladies carrying on an animated conversation in the room next to me, not caring that I should be working on age progression right not, or that I said I would get a coke, or that I’m typing right now.

Yeah I need sleep. My only fear…driving home.

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