It's six am. I haven't slept yet, and I continue to not sleep as we speak. I'm letting you know that I'm folding clothes at 6 am, having not slept because it's more restful to get 1:45 of sleep than 2:20. This according to those who believe in the effect of circadian rhythms. I guess that includes me now, since I'm folding clothes instead of sleeping.

I feel like I've been working harder, but I still don't seem to be ahead in any of my classes or have more hours than usual at work.

I have to write 5 pages for thursday on the fact that people die and fucked up emotions come along with it. It's disguised as a "Tuesdays with Morrie" book report. In case you are wondering- Mitch Album, the author of that book, has a talk show that comes on at 12 pm (saturdays) on am 1410. He does John Travolta impressions and his theme song is irritating. You know what I'm saying here.

The birds are singing outside and it sounds sort of like a Beatles song. My bed looks like it might break again soon. I'm going to go lay on it and see if it won't do just that.