
To catch you up, I have been studying for my plant pathology exam on Wednesday all night. I have finally hit my stopping point at around 3 AM because I had retched stomach pains. These happened hours after the coffee and the decision to stay up later and continue studying. As you may or may not know, my bedroom window faces West Park Pl. I can't help but wonder every time I hear a car drive by or on less frequent occasion, voices, coming from the street. Are they real? Or are they implied by your sleep deprived induced delirium? One can't help to chuckle about the possibility of the street itself, speaking through various human vectors. Something that I have noticed about finals week is, I have become addicted to not sleeping, perhaps in the equivalent nature of a drug. Once those dragging hours hit you and you strive to focus on the screen and motor your way through transcribing notes onto it. The sense of thrill of stepping out of the bounds of rationalistic thinking. Yes, staying awake during the night and sleeping a portion of the day in order to do so, does not seem to benefit...to the rational thinker. Here is what an less rational thinker would say, "Well, sleeping can really be scheduled at any time, there does not need to be some 'only at night' assumption. Sure it can be difficult to do specific things at time but don't forget, you can plan out when you will be conscious during the light hours for things like class, friends, food, etc. Then you sleep after that is all done and the night is all yours. You will find others out there in the shroud of the darkness. It makes my mind feel isolated, unlike thoughts of the daytime. My thoughts seems more tangible than in times of daylight. You do realize that I am writing this blog entry in that state of mind so mind you any technical errors. In a sense loosing some steam here..."