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I am willing to kill anyone who gets in the way of my sleep at this point. All it reminds me of is when I read this study on what happens to people you systematically deprive sleep of. The less sleep they got, the slower their reaction times and their ability to absorb information went down and they made more mistakes, etc. And, on the last morning of the study, the camera records this man picking up the alarm clock that has woken him up all these times, responsible for less and less sleep. . . and then he brutalizes it, flinges it across the room and goes back to sleep.
Oh, if only I could do that to my professors. And their exams. But I hazard the guess that the professors would make a more satisfying sound upon landing than would a small packet of paper.
the Ecology professor was supposed to get Jes and I the equipment that we need for the lab a little after 11:30. . . . I am back in the lab where I spent my time writing up his godforsaken lab. No professor. He's not in his office either. And I have a 1-1:50 class. Really, I could be sleeping right now, rather than envisioning horrible things I would like to do to these bringers of neverending classes, swamping my brain with information to the point it is -trying- to drown itself so it doesn't have to think anymore.
I get progressively more cranky with less sleep. Look, an inverse relationship!
So I guess I'll walk back to my dorm now, stare at the screen a little while, and then go to my next class.
Oh, if only I could do that to my professors. And their exams. But I hazard the guess that the professors would make a more satisfying sound upon landing than would a small packet of paper.
the Ecology professor was supposed to get Jes and I the equipment that we need for the lab a little after 11:30. . . . I am back in the lab where I spent my time writing up his godforsaken lab. No professor. He's not in his office either. And I have a 1-1:50 class. Really, I could be sleeping right now, rather than envisioning horrible things I would like to do to these bringers of neverending classes, swamping my brain with information to the point it is -trying- to drown itself so it doesn't have to think anymore.
I get progressively more cranky with less sleep. Look, an inverse relationship!
So I guess I'll walk back to my dorm now, stare at the screen a little while, and then go to my next class.