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Today I was all exhausted, especially right before my midterm, and now I can't sleep. Dammit.

But hey, apparently I made honor roll last semester. And the notification e-mail about is the reason why I couldn't check my UNM address over spring break. It broke my webmail.

And because I couldn't check my UNM e-mail, I didn't find out until today that someone else wants the 'Anatomy of Puck' book that I've checked out, so it's now due back Friday. Bastards.

Stark Stark's lines keep running through my head. Whee.

My work for tomorrow is done. Time to make an attempt at that sleep.

North-Northwest

Drunken debauchery, Eric/Stark Stark, Allen Ginsberg's Howl for Carl Solomon. Heady combination.

The world looks different now. And it can drive me to volatility.

Maybe it's just exhaustion. This morning I stumbled into the bathroom with flashes of gold swimming in front of my eyes.

Or maybe it isn't just exhaustion. That old feeling of madness and some big, imminent change has returned. It'll be hell when it's over, but it's fun while it lasts.