My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed...
Immediately after last night's Christmas celebrations ended I packed up my Art History-related shit and my computer and went over to Mudd, arriving at around 10:30 PM.
I did not leave Mudd until 7:30 PM today, nor did I get any sleep. Whatsoever.
For those of you keeping score at home, that's 21 straight sleepless hours spent on A Level. Besides a one-hour nap Sunday evening, I haven't gotten any sleep since Saturday night.
In the process, I consumed:
--90 milligrams of Adderall (not all at once, thank god)
--1 large cup of bad coffee
--1 entire pack of Parliament lights
--1/2 a cold Dascomb grilled cheese, c/o Elsie White
--1 25 cent rice crispy treat, c/o one of the women's sports teams, rugby or frisbee or something
--1 gross "meal replacement" (my ass) bar
--2 packs of gum, 10 sticks total
It wasn't so terrible at night--there were lots of people around, and my first Adderall lasted me til around 3 AM, at which point I scurried (or slid, rather) back to Burton to get another one, along with some glue and an exacto knife. So I was away for 15 minutes, went back and typed away productively until about 7 AM, at which point the Adderall wore off and I noticed I was the only one awake on A Level, and I couldn't even see the sun rise because the A Level windows face West.
I managed to do a whole lot of nothing between 7 and 10, at which point my body reminded me that I had been up all night and should probably eat, so I ran to the DeCafe for 10 minutes to get a giant cup of worthless coffee and a stomach-turning "breakfast bar" disgrace of an abomination.
Tried to work until the early afternoon, couldn't really get my shit together, ended up writing several very long emails to my mom bemoaning the state of my existence.
At some point in the afternoon (the hours were blurring together), the platinum blonde Adderall fairy, having read my desperate cries for help on AIM around 6 AM, flew into Mudd and gave me more sweet sweet pills. They sorta did the trick, I was still kind of dazed but managed to work some more until about 5:30 PM, by which point the pills had worn off completely and I couldn't even make my fingers touch the right keys. I spent the next two hours typing incoherent sentences very slowly and softly moaning to myself.
At 7:20 I realized that the paper (which was due today) had a 0% chance of being handed in on time, and I stumbled over to Dascomb hoping to run into a friend (which I did, in the form of Joy) and hoping to avoid seeing anyone I wanted to sleep with (because I looked and felt like the walking definition of unappealing). That part, of course, did not go as planned. Bah.
Now my paper *still* isn't finished, I have a soul-crushing headache, I'm so exhausted I feel physically ill, my zombie impersonation in Dascomb probably scared away any potential suitors, and even if it didn't, the fact that I haven't showered or shaved since Saturday morning probably did. And I have final exam tomorrow evening which I have not started studying for, nor have I paid attention in class since fall break or taken anything resembling good notes.
Also, I have a sneaking suspicion that I smell really bad.
Also also, I now know more about Larry Clark's life than I do about any member of my extended family. And probably even my Dad.
If you have any compassion, you will smother me in my sleep.
I did not leave Mudd until 7:30 PM today, nor did I get any sleep. Whatsoever.
For those of you keeping score at home, that's 21 straight sleepless hours spent on A Level. Besides a one-hour nap Sunday evening, I haven't gotten any sleep since Saturday night.
In the process, I consumed:
--90 milligrams of Adderall (not all at once, thank god)
--1 large cup of bad coffee
--1 entire pack of Parliament lights
--1/2 a cold Dascomb grilled cheese, c/o Elsie White
--1 25 cent rice crispy treat, c/o one of the women's sports teams, rugby or frisbee or something
--1 gross "meal replacement" (my ass) bar
--2 packs of gum, 10 sticks total
It wasn't so terrible at night--there were lots of people around, and my first Adderall lasted me til around 3 AM, at which point I scurried (or slid, rather) back to Burton to get another one, along with some glue and an exacto knife. So I was away for 15 minutes, went back and typed away productively until about 7 AM, at which point the Adderall wore off and I noticed I was the only one awake on A Level, and I couldn't even see the sun rise because the A Level windows face West.
I managed to do a whole lot of nothing between 7 and 10, at which point my body reminded me that I had been up all night and should probably eat, so I ran to the DeCafe for 10 minutes to get a giant cup of worthless coffee and a stomach-turning "breakfast bar" disgrace of an abomination.
Tried to work until the early afternoon, couldn't really get my shit together, ended up writing several very long emails to my mom bemoaning the state of my existence.
At some point in the afternoon (the hours were blurring together), the platinum blonde Adderall fairy, having read my desperate cries for help on AIM around 6 AM, flew into Mudd and gave me more sweet sweet pills. They sorta did the trick, I was still kind of dazed but managed to work some more until about 5:30 PM, by which point the pills had worn off completely and I couldn't even make my fingers touch the right keys. I spent the next two hours typing incoherent sentences very slowly and softly moaning to myself.
At 7:20 I realized that the paper (which was due today) had a 0% chance of being handed in on time, and I stumbled over to Dascomb hoping to run into a friend (which I did, in the form of Joy) and hoping to avoid seeing anyone I wanted to sleep with (because I looked and felt like the walking definition of unappealing). That part, of course, did not go as planned. Bah.
Now my paper *still* isn't finished, I have a soul-crushing headache, I'm so exhausted I feel physically ill, my zombie impersonation in Dascomb probably scared away any potential suitors, and even if it didn't, the fact that I haven't showered or shaved since Saturday morning probably did. And I have final exam tomorrow evening which I have not started studying for, nor have I paid attention in class since fall break or taken anything resembling good notes.
Also, I have a sneaking suspicion that I smell really bad.
Also also, I now know more about Larry Clark's life than I do about any member of my extended family. And probably even my Dad.
If you have any compassion, you will smother me in my sleep.