"And this is one more sleepless night because we don't believe in filler."
Oh my god, this is it; this is utter exhaustion, where you can't keep your eyes slits open more than an eighth of an inch, where your neck is sore from nodding off in class so much, where you know closing your eyes for more than a split second will result in you hibernating because you cannot stay up any longer.
I've been awake for roughly 26 hours. And while I can normally take all-nighters well, today I am near fatigue and still dragging my sleep-starved rear around because I have so many things to do. I don't know when I'm fitting in sleep, but I must find an hour or two or three or a night sometime when I can nap and break into my REM sleep cycle.
Good news is that "Comic Book Racism and United Nations Reports: Media Representations of Japanese Xenophobia" has been conquered in a succinct eight double-spaced pages. It feels like a solid paper too, and I swear, this morning, I could still see glimmering traces leftover on the page from when I poured my soul. Take that International Relations. I will be sweet and succeed at my major.
Amazingly, I was talking to James online last night (which is heavily blurred into this morning) and I realized that one year ago, I was exactly in this state of mind because my MC201 paper was due today. I definitely remember staying up all night with Nick and Kate, typing away on my laptop about... France? Something about immigration and integration and other things that would intensely relate to the current riots going on now.
I should go to PSY239 today. I should go to my appointment with Chris Foley to make my resume McNair/SROP-friendly. I should go to my MSUMUN meeting. In between those three engagements, I will find sleep. And I can't wait. Me and my pillow are going to be best friends, best friends with benefits.
I hope I don't do this to myself with my 15-page paper on oral sex and adolescents. Honestly, I should not do this to myself with that paper. Good news is that this is my last required paper for MC220, which leaves only... a bajillion more than I have to take care of now? I'm exaggerating. I should make a list some time when I can stare at the computer screen without feeling pangs of carpal tunnel syndrome in my arm.