And every day is the wost day ever...
So it all started yesterday with my Contemporary Epistemology exam. I got there and it consisted of seven essay questions. Even after studying my ass off I still only knew half the answers. I left feeling defeated and unable to think about anything, especially not knowledge.
Then I got into a stupid fight with my best friend.
Then I went to Wal-Mart to buy luggage and a few other random things for my DC trip. I spent way more than I wanted to. By now it was 10:30. This was around the time I realized that my car's transmission was stuck in fourth gear again and that I would be doing the "cross your fingers and manually shift" ceremony until my return from DC, and probably I would not be driving home this Spring Break.
By 11 I was back on campus proof reading Val's Fulbright Application. This took till roughly midnight and made my brain hurt.
At midnight I decided it would be a good idea to go to the diner. Long story short it wasnt- tremendous lightning, sheets of rain, possible funnel cloud, silly wet friend who decided to hug me, hail, and of course diner food. By 2am the worst of it was over so I went home.
I feel asleep way before I started packing. Then I started dreaming, but I didn't know it because I had a dream far more realistic and detailed than life;
I dreamed that was in my room sleeping and then dreamed that I woke up because I began loosing sensation, then rolled off the bed and slammed into the floor, then tried to crawl out of bedroom door but could not quite make it because I was loosing my ability to control my body, then had seizures in the hallway spamming and flopping around until the ruckus woke up Jeremy who ran over and started first aid processes while Tom called the Ambulance. And then I woke up in a cold sweat absolutely terrified of ever sleeping again. This was made all the more frightening by my complete inability to stay awake until,
4:30 AM, when I apparently developed food poisoning. Yay diner! My stomach hurt so bad that it woke me from a dead sleep, and I just sat in bed on the verge of tears for a good 45 minutes until it finally calmed down. So now its 5:15AM and I fall asleep again.
Fast forward 2 hours and 15 minutes through about 3 more pseudo-nightmares and you will find an angsty David waking up and getting ready for work with a tremendous stomach ache.
And I still haven't packed.
And my plane leaves at 7.
Grrr.....
Then I got into a stupid fight with my best friend.
Then I went to Wal-Mart to buy luggage and a few other random things for my DC trip. I spent way more than I wanted to. By now it was 10:30. This was around the time I realized that my car's transmission was stuck in fourth gear again and that I would be doing the "cross your fingers and manually shift" ceremony until my return from DC, and probably I would not be driving home this Spring Break.
By 11 I was back on campus proof reading Val's Fulbright Application. This took till roughly midnight and made my brain hurt.
At midnight I decided it would be a good idea to go to the diner. Long story short it wasnt- tremendous lightning, sheets of rain, possible funnel cloud, silly wet friend who decided to hug me, hail, and of course diner food. By 2am the worst of it was over so I went home.
I feel asleep way before I started packing. Then I started dreaming, but I didn't know it because I had a dream far more realistic and detailed than life;
I dreamed that was in my room sleeping and then dreamed that I woke up because I began loosing sensation, then rolled off the bed and slammed into the floor, then tried to crawl out of bedroom door but could not quite make it because I was loosing my ability to control my body, then had seizures in the hallway spamming and flopping around until the ruckus woke up Jeremy who ran over and started first aid processes while Tom called the Ambulance. And then I woke up in a cold sweat absolutely terrified of ever sleeping again. This was made all the more frightening by my complete inability to stay awake until,
4:30 AM, when I apparently developed food poisoning. Yay diner! My stomach hurt so bad that it woke me from a dead sleep, and I just sat in bed on the verge of tears for a good 45 minutes until it finally calmed down. So now its 5:15AM and I fall asleep again.
Fast forward 2 hours and 15 minutes through about 3 more pseudo-nightmares and you will find an angsty David waking up and getting ready for work with a tremendous stomach ache.
And I still haven't packed.
And my plane leaves at 7.
Grrr.....