i have a fever and the only cure is more blogging

i can't stop. i'm sorry; i just can't.

i just had lunch, which consisted of a huge bag of dates, two slices of pizza, a lot of candy, and an ice cream sandwich. i hadn't eaten in a ridiculous amount of time and somehow once i got in line at the bookstore everything went black and a few minutes later i was sitting at my desk with a veritable mountain of food in front of me. living on my adjunct salary, trying to pay off my credit cards and loans before next year, i don't usually eat all that much and so this was the first time in a long time i actually ate until i was stuffed. it's a weird, but good feeling. unfortunately, it's multiplied my desire to sleep by like ten.

i'm getting to that point in sleep deprivation where the idea of sleep itself is almost becoming this ecstatic, semi-sexual idea. every once i awhile, i start thinking about sleeping tonight and my response is "OH MY GOD! I CAN'T WAIT TO DO THAT! IT'S GOING TO FEEL GREAT!" it's actually a little creepy-but you figured that out when i used the word "semi-sexual", didn't you? you're clever.

i just hope, when i finally do sleep, that it lasts longer than ten minutes, and there aren't any awkward moments when i wake up where i wonder if it was in fact as fun as it should have been or if i should have done it at all. and i'll get to take myself out to breakfast afterwards, which will be nice.

okay, now that i've completely creeped the fuck out of everyone including myself, i have to go teach.