At 5:57 AM, everything is funny

Sad fact of life. I just laughed at the obituaries, Dylan's hokey Wisconsin accent, and the blood currently trickling out of a recently re-opened scab. Might be a bad sign, but honestly, it's six o'fucking-clock in the morning on a Wednesday. I don't give a DAMN what anyone else might say, I can stay up this late and be ok...after mass amounts of coffee, tea, redbull and monster. 

If I hadn't had to work on a philosophy paper, this would never have happened, but as it stands, I'll be up for over 24 hours, for the second time in a week, because of school. So i blame not myself nor Dylan, but classes. Bitchy as that may seem, I'm to wired by my body's unwillingness to sleep to notice. Honestly, giving students a week to write an 18-20 hundred word essay on the topic of voluntary active euthanasia, and expecting them to do it before the 24-mark is just crazy. Asking that of college students is like having them sign over their sleeping permit for two days. Just shouldn't be done. 

But enough of the whining. I have finished my essay and shall now wait for the food hall to be open at 7 AM, in hopes of procuring breakfast for myself and Dylan. I'll just let my decompression from this happen at my Aunt's house this weekend. It's a nice thing to have family close by. Especially if one has never been away from home for times beyond about two weeks. Very good for the mental health to keep oneself healthy and sane. Should probably do so more. 

Nothing of note to note here...wow, what a useless statement...