5:00 a.m.
November 04, 2005
II
I feel like I'm in one of those movies where the lead character has insomnia. Bulworth, for instance. Or Insomnia. But it's not that I can't sleep, it's that I won't. I've been stuck doing homework, that it hangs over my head all the time. Nevermind the other things hanging over my head.

It may have been a product of my exhausted mind, averaging five hours of sleep a night, but I thought the sticker on the door of the 7-11 was being a dick. It had a LOSS PROTECTION badge and claimed the cashier had no more than $30 in the register at any one time. I felt bad for potential convenience store robbers.

I've never been so chronically exhausted. At the same time, my priorities aren't syncing in my head. I reduce the time they'll take based on my progress to an entirely too high degree, and ignore my working speed. But I expected to be up now. I'm just not fond of it.
prev
next
archive