a guy who hasn't slept since the second world war
Finals are, as everyone (hopefully) knows, looming ahead; even now things are getting kind of busy, with projects and essays and things. In fact, Ben has the first draft of an English paper due tomorrow (today, really, by now) and he didn't even get home till almost ten, because of work.
So, of course, he is doing the responsible thing and . . . grocery shopping. At two AM. Yes.
If by "grocery" you mean "gas station," anyway, and by "shopping" you mean "acquiring vast quantities of junk food." He's got a shopping basket full of Pop Tarts and coffee and soy milk (what, Ben) and pretzels.
Surely he isn't the only one needing food this late?
So, of course, he is doing the responsible thing and . . . grocery shopping. At two AM. Yes.
If by "grocery" you mean "gas station," anyway, and by "shopping" you mean "acquiring vast quantities of junk food." He's got a shopping basket full of Pop Tarts and coffee and soy milk (what, Ben) and pretzels.
Surely he isn't the only one needing food this late?