As I sit here alone in this ill-lit living room, it says 5:54am on the cablebox. I should be writing that horrendous play analysis paper for my theater 104 class but instead I'm thinking about the most random thoughts. I think that's why we sleep during these hours. It's to prevent us from such deep and sometimes meaningless contemplation on the most random things that would lead us to eventually blow our brains up. For instance, as I type on my laptop, I am acutely aware that once I shift my left index finger over to the right side of the home-keys (which shouldn't even be done when typing properly), my laptop annoyingly tilts to the upper right corner. I'm missing one of those rubber things that keep my laptop in place.

I'm also currently thinking about where I'd be after graduation. Would I be in school again? Would I be looking for a job? Would I be a bum? Oh crap, applications are due soon. Fuck! I completely forgot about emailing my boss my hours for the week, if I even have any available hours. Wasn't I supposed to meet with my advisor today? Shit, I wonder if I have time to meet with my course director tomorrow. Will I ever finish this fucking paper? FUCK! I forgot about the vouchers and paperwork for the ECAASU trip! Will things work out perfectly between her and I? Should I even be mentioning that? Holy shit, I'm almost done with my fourth page! Should I shower tonight, or tomorrow morning? I could really use a cigarette right about now. Maybe I shouldn't though, it's cold outside and I'd have to go to the room to get a jacket. Living in Williamsburg with my best friends looks pretty good right about now. How much would it be to rent a 2 bedroom apartment there anyway?

Over the course of ten minutes, I've checked my online application to the SUNY Stony Brook nursing program, I've checked my email to see if my boss was asking about my hours, I've completely disregarded the fact that I missed an appointment today, I checked my course advisor's office hours, I visited the Cornell ECAASU website and left immediately realizing that their pdf application doesn't work, I went to the room to check on her, I briefly glanced at how much more writing I'd have to do for my paper, I sniffed myself to see if I smelled okay enough to not shower another night, I've decided not to have a cigarette because I just came back from my room and I don't want to get up again, and I googled "price rent for a 2 bedroom apartment in Williamsburg".

It now says 6:22am on the cable box and I miss going to bed at midnight.