Awesome Day of Sleeplessness + Not Reading Criminal Law at 1:21 a.m.

Anxious nighttime classical guitar: Francisco Tarrega etudes consoled this insomniac this morning around 4:30 when I realized that there would be no way to get more than three hours of sleep today. I barely dragged my ass out of bed and to the subway, after debating whether or not to just lay in bed and groan, only to find myself trapped at 23rd Street while a West 4th Street control room burned like a yule log. Got to Contraxxxz half an hour late anyway after walking the rest of the way through a grey sky and fog threatening drizzle, then, trying to find a place to nap in or around the law school, spent forty-five fitful and wakeful minutes lying on the ground in a study room in Furman hall wondering if my cadaverous feet could be seen through the peephole and mistaken for dead.

I either ditched out on all my plans or ditched them de facto by attending them in my zombie state. What the hell happened at that review session? My big plans to finally break through the Q-Wave force field failed again. Oh well. At 7:45 I shut the blinds, put in ear plugs AND turned on a small fan for the white noise, and muted my cell phone in preparation for 18 straight hours of sleeping, but the cell phone vibration still managed to wake me up after only an hour of sleep. That, and Boo whining in lingua caninus: "PLEEAASE I NEED TO PEE!!!! PLEEEAASEEE!!!!"

A friend who lives in an apartment called "Tofia Coppola" (because she is vegetarian and likes tofu OH MY GOD HOW FUCKING BRILLIANT) called and saved me from the social wasteland of my somnambulent, Lolo-less night. GODDAMN BITCH COME HOME! I am useless without wifey.