I have this odd routine where, almost every night, I come down from my 6th floor room wearing running shorts and a ratty t-shirt at some obscene hour in the morning, carrying my laptop to the computer room, where I plug in and check email. Everytime I do, I walk past the same night-shift guard. And he always laughs at me. It’s become almost an on-going joke between him and me. Every night, I see him. And every night, he laughs at me.
Small wonder I’m getting sick. Small wonder I sleep till noon almost every day. Small wonder that I didn’t get up in time for my 11:00 class this morning.
In that regard, though, I set a personal record: last week was the first time since the start of the semester that I missed class. I haven’t been that good since… god, Freshman year of high school? Yeah. I think so.