The One Where I Was Woken Up at 2 a.m. and I Didn't Even Get a Lousy T-Shirt

I probably should be more tired, but I'm not. My brain just isn't functioning at its normal pace. I ended up going to sleep at four, though it took me forever to fall asleep after that. Then I woke up at eight. I've only had one cup of coffee.

I'm sure that the exhaustion is going to come crashing down on me around six o'clock, when my history seminar starts. At least I only have it for an hour tonight. Then a meeting with the professor at eight and I can come back to the dorm and be entirely function and thought process deficient. Woooooooo.