I feel like I'm half dead. In the past 48 hours, I've only slept about 8. I'm something of a zombie right now, but it'll be over soon. Tomorrow, for all intents and purposes, is my last real day of class. One last in-class essay to do for English, but then that's it. I normally have three classes sthat day, but -- holy shit I've gotta find something to do besides going back home. Being home really just translates to doing nothing, which is what I hope to avoid. Shit... I'm dozing. This is such a bizarre feeling. I figure I can keep this up just so long that I don't start hallucinating. It sorta happened last night, I thought I was seeing bugs.

Do I wanna get on this metro? Nah, no seats. I'll head to the end of the station, there's always space there.

So I managed to type out two 1000 word essays in an hour and a half. I feel like a superhero or something. It was pretty fucking awesome, blazing through them like that. I like it when I get a rush of creativity like that, it's alway so--hey, someone I know. Gotta run.