"Not really tired."
"Me neither."
"All-nighter?"
"YES."
And that is how the night began.
Naked and delirious with the phone glued to my ear.
The sunrise was pretty.
Was surprised to find that she wasn't the youngest one in Tim Horton's at 7:30. A small child sat nearby eating a donut. I made a ghost out of a sandwich wrapper. The bowl of soup was an orgy of pasta, and every pasta noodle had to be eaten in two's or else they would get lonely.
The frosty air nipped my cheeks. My hand cemented itself inside the glove inside another glove.
I do like mornings.
The rest of the day was filled with ups and downs and way downs and chills.
Not being able to write/recognize my own writing and literally nodding off in class is not a productive way to spend my educational time.
Finally fell asleep after 36 hours of madness and ups and downs and wtfs and scornful comments.
Woke up half n' hour later to complete unawareness. Had to ask for location, date, and level ("What floor is this..?") but was renewed with sensibility by a hard-earned trip to the lavatory.
Way too much weird.
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