Insomniacs Of The World Unite (And Take Over...)

I am currently running on a 16 oz cup of vanilla-flavoured coffee and three hours of sleep from the previous day. My eyes feel as if they have been crazy-glued wide open, yet the left one has an odd twitch.

To do:

• Finish laundry
• Fold clothes
• Pack clothes
• Pack computer (yes, the one I apparently unpacked for no reason this summer)
• Pack whatever else of mine is lying around
• Crash on couch and wait for family to return...
• Drive all my crap to my dorm at SUNY Potsdam once they do return
• Set up my room
• Crash until my 9:00AM class Monday

I'd say that looks about right. Oh fuck - my head just did a nosedive towards the keyboard and snapped back upright. I need more coffee but there's none in the house! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Okay, I'm fine now. False alarm. Whew...still awake...heeheeheeheeheehee...

Comfortably Numb

I am now back on the campus. It's such a chore, unpacking what are basically the material representations of my life. It was a chore to pack them in the first place. The talley stands as such: five hours of sleep in the past 48 hours. Once I'm done unpacking and arranging my dorm, I'm going to slip into a nice coma.