something about sleeping on the floor seems to precipitate not only sore necks, shoulders, and possibly broken ribs, but also existential crises.
hmm...i have a 500 dollar bed. maybe i should start using it.
sadly i'm wired now, but i'm stocked with shitty movies to keep hair-pulling at bay until unconsciousness stops pouting in the corner and starts talking to me again.
grading tomorrow! w00t!
smile. unconsciousness doesn't want to play with me all the time either. sometimes i have to lure her closer with shiny things...
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