When I say this, for once in my life, I don't mean Zahm-bies, a breed of glorified frat boys from the dorm next door to AD and BD's who would make a bi-annual dash through the student center at midnights, both to show and consume wieners. The phallic symbolism of the entire event was not lost on me, despite my efforts to convince my young male friends to accompany me. The best was the day BD informed me that he would accompany me, but only if blindfolded, and either AC or MK, roommates of the other two, said that he would likely have his head cut off and paraded around on a platter... but I digress.
Over the past few days, I approached a state I have seen, but never actually experienced myself. I turned into a real, live zombie. N. said my eyes were dead. BD said I should sleep... the problem was that I slept all day Sunday. My hair was a mess. I don't remember when I put on.... or took off clothes. It took me almost 2 days to get myself back up and running. And then I still spent the past two days sleeping.
But, I got up at a reasonable hour today (I still missed immunology club, but 9 am is better than 4 pm, right?). I ate two meals (I ate 1 real meal between Sunday and Monday). I will go to bed by 1 tonight, and hopefully I will manage tomorrow's 12 hour day with grace and poise... or at least my sanity in tact.
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