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Dec. 6th, 2005 07:49 amI've reached that point in the all-nighter where I get all shaky and weird feeling. It's the second slump. It goes:
work work work tiiired work work second wind! so awake! work!!work!work. work. work... woooooorrrr... mustsleepnow.
And at that point, my heart gets fluttery in a way that is not unlike the sensation of looking at someone I love, except that it's a little more intense and feels a little more like dying. I might actually be able to pull a teensy nap soon, if my professor responds favorably to an email I sent earlier this morning asking for a very small extension on some reading/journaling assignments.
So, earlier, I went to use the bathroom and upon sitting down, I flexed my ankles and propped the toes of my shoes against the bottom of the stall door. I did this for no reason except that I was tired and being tired made it seem like a funny thing to do. And it WAS funny, because the stall door wasn't quite locked and went flying open. After I recovered from my initial surprise, I had to lean out of the stall to grab the runaway door and close it. Let's all thank Higher Power X that no one else was in the dorm bathroom at that moment. I would have been more than a tiny bit mortified.
work work work tiiired work work second wind! so awake! work!!work!work. work. work... woooooorrrr... mustsleepnow.
And at that point, my heart gets fluttery in a way that is not unlike the sensation of looking at someone I love, except that it's a little more intense and feels a little more like dying. I might actually be able to pull a teensy nap soon, if my professor responds favorably to an email I sent earlier this morning asking for a very small extension on some reading/journaling assignments.
So, earlier, I went to use the bathroom and upon sitting down, I flexed my ankles and propped the toes of my shoes against the bottom of the stall door. I did this for no reason except that I was tired and being tired made it seem like a funny thing to do. And it WAS funny, because the stall door wasn't quite locked and went flying open. After I recovered from my initial surprise, I had to lean out of the stall to grab the runaway door and close it. Let's all thank Higher Power X that no one else was in the dorm bathroom at that moment. I would have been more than a tiny bit mortified.
