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walkingshadow) wrote2002-04-23 04:45 am
walkingshadow) wrote2002-04-23 04:45 am
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My stress ball has broken and sand is threatening to spill, more than is already flecked over the surface of the balloon. God, I hope this isn't symbolic. Symbolism will only annoy me.
I forgot I went through high school sleep deprived. But it's familiar now, the inability to respond to the alarm in the morning, the permanent heaviness in the limbs, eyelids that refuse to cooperate. I get cold when I'm tired, metabolism slowing down, wondering why it isn't getting put to bed already. I'm freezing. Working through bottles of water, thoroughly self-handicapped and grimly vowing never to let an English teacher lay eyes on this. We'll be generous and call it half done. I'm still aiming to finish by six.
I forgot I went through high school sleep deprived. But it's familiar now, the inability to respond to the alarm in the morning, the permanent heaviness in the limbs, eyelids that refuse to cooperate. I get cold when I'm tired, metabolism slowing down, wondering why it isn't getting put to bed already. I'm freezing. Working through bottles of water, thoroughly self-handicapped and grimly vowing never to let an English teacher lay eyes on this. We'll be generous and call it half done. I'm still aiming to finish by six.
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and my finger is cut & swollen at the cuticle for some reason
it freaking hurts
i could actually be sleeping right now, too
but seeing as i'm insane....
eh.
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I'd take sleep over madness at this point. Or at least foolishness.
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the better thing than sliced bread (not that i was ever fond of that spongy shit). How else could one sustain a 72 hour marathon of brain gymnastics and spit fire and hell into a professors face, and be clear and free...