It's 2am and my brain is squid poop....
Hey Mom!
So around quarter to 7 this evening, I decided that I was going to be productive. You see, friends, I had been trying to be productive all day but it just wasn't happening (unless you count lackadaisically snacking as productivity). So I did a murderous cardio workout, shaved my armpits (for aerodynamic purposes), put lotion on the eczema patch on my shoulder and strapped in for an evening of productivity carefully metered by a series of timers.
And boy-howdy was I productive! I fired on all cylinders, burned the midnight oil, put my nose to the grindstone, run the gamut (I'm not entirely sure that last one is applicable in this instance).
In any case, it is after 2am and physically I am wide awake, however; after 7 hours of schoolwork, I have all the cognitive ability of a sofa that someone threw into the ocean and then was ingested by a giant squid and digested (so squid poop)... don't worry I'm going to leave this til tomorrow so I can add in all the words/punctuation/sense this is missing... JUST KIDDING! What do you think this is? The New York Times?!
Actually, I have no idea what the point of this post was.... I think I had a point. I mean, just because I don't normally doesn't mean I didn't this time.
RIGHT! So all-nighters (or at least late-laters) are kind of like ripping off a waxing strip, it snaps you back to reality and reminds you that pain is temporary.
Idk either. Take it or leave it.
That is all.
So around quarter to 7 this evening, I decided that I was going to be productive. You see, friends, I had been trying to be productive all day but it just wasn't happening (unless you count lackadaisically snacking as productivity). So I did a murderous cardio workout, shaved my armpits (for aerodynamic purposes), put lotion on the eczema patch on my shoulder and strapped in for an evening of productivity carefully metered by a series of timers.
And boy-howdy was I productive! I fired on all cylinders, burned the midnight oil, put my nose to the grindstone, run the gamut (I'm not entirely sure that last one is applicable in this instance).
In any case, it is after 2am and physically I am wide awake, however; after 7 hours of schoolwork, I have all the cognitive ability of a sofa that someone threw into the ocean and then was ingested by a giant squid and digested (so squid poop)... don't worry I'm going to leave this til tomorrow so I can add in all the words/punctuation/sense this is missing... JUST KIDDING! What do you think this is? The New York Times?!
Actually, I have no idea what the point of this post was.... I think I had a point. I mean, just because I don't normally doesn't mean I didn't this time.
RIGHT! So all-nighters (or at least late-laters) are kind of like ripping off a waxing strip, it snaps you back to reality and reminds you that pain is temporary.
Idk either. Take it or leave it.
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That is all.
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