Is there a level beyond tired? Delirious, is it? Legally intoxicated or impaired? I say the funniest things when I get to this point, and I find the strangest thing absolutely hilarious. For example, I rambled on for five minutes about the phrasing someone used in telling me how to keep my laptop from overheating. She told me to put it on top of something. That struck me as particularly odd because, after all, aren't almost all things always on top of something else? It's not like we have laptops floating in mid air, though I think that would help with the overheating problem.

...I'm doing it again. That's exactly how I started this exact same ramble earlier this morning. Like, five hours earlier. Or was it technically last night? I find it insanely difficult to keep track of the days and to articulate which day one is actually talking about when one is awake for the transition. Especially in my case, awake for the whole day ahead and the whole day after midnight. Is it still Sunday? I haven't had my eight hour sleep bed time since I went to bed at 6am Sunday morning and got up at 2pm. It's now Tuesday, though, technically.

In short, I'm tired. And the sun's coming up again. If I had an east facing window instead of a north facing one, don't get me wrong, I love the view of the woods rather than a parking lot, I would have seen the sun rise every day since Friday, when I first started this all nighter craze I'm on. It's not by choice however. Friday's was forced and I spent the rest of the weekend futilely attempting to get back on schedule. I did sleep the full eight or nine hours Saturday and Sunday, but once again, I'm forced into all nighters due to homework that I've too long postponed.

I took a short nap today after psychology, but I set my alarm to wake me after just five hours, and I wasn't able to sleep the whole time. Someone called at one point. Looking for someone named Jordan. I found that rather odd since usually people who aren't looking for me when they call are looking for someone named Chris. Both sexually ambiguous names so I wonder if the people calling are confused because they hear a girl(me) answer, or are confused when I say they have the wrong number despite mine being the precise number they almost always mean to reach. "Is this 651-303-9191?" "Yes," I answer. Cue awkward silence in which it is obvious they are resisting the urge to say, "Then why the hell aren't you Chris?" To which I would quickly reply, "I ask myself that sometimes." then hang up which even in a non sleep deprived state would be immensely amusing.

Where was I? Oh, right. Five hours of sleep to last me since 3pm Sunday until probably 10pm Tuesday but that would be optimistic since I have a 2000 word research paper to write that I want done by Wednesday and I have to first do the research. After the research paper I have a ten minute presentation on Finland in German to create and prepare for Friday and another four page essay to write for next Tuesday, then there's just finals to study for and packing to be done (oh, is that all?-_-). Oh, and remind me to talk to my mother at some point this week to make sure she knows that I am *not* looking for someone to give me and all of my shit a ride down to the cities; she or dad and the mini van are coming up to get me. There's just so much shit. o_O

Wasn't there something else I had to do?

Oh right, get a job. -________-

OH! And it's May! You know what that means! Well, you actually probably don't, so I'll tell you. May is NaNoWriMay! Bribi's spoof(for lack of a better word) off NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month (nanowrimo.org) in which participants attempt to write fifty thousand words in one month (not as easy as it sounds and it doesn't sound at all easy). WriMay varies from WriMo in that the words and story don't have to be entirely new and the goal is to complete something. So far, I'm off to a great start. /sarcasm No really, I think I've written maybe 5k since the first which is damn good considering. Hopefully once I get home I'll be able to play some major catch up. I want to make it this year, I really do.

Uh, I think that's everything... I'd love to be able to say good night now but I have some film analyses to bullshit my way through.

P.S. There needs to be an 'exhausted' emote thingy...