... no, not a wink. Two Full Throttles and a healthy dose of WarCraft later, I find myself sitting outside the cafetaria on a bench at 6am. One of the custodians was kind enough to let me sit in a heated room as he went about his cleaning, so I read The Iliad for a straight 90 minutes, until the breakfast hall opened. A bowl of cereal and cup of spoiled (!) tea later, I'm running laps across tennis courts. I ran more than all but two people in our class, which is pretty good, although I could have done better if I'd slept. 69 laps across two tennis courts to an annoying, gradually increasing rhythm.

So now, I'm lying on my bed and typing away, and this pillow is awfully inviting but I've got another 30 pages to go before 10am. I woke my roommate up a couple times because of this damned noisy door, but this entry is getting cut short; if I'm lucky, which I almost certainly won't be, I can shower before I go to class.

Sweet, glorious procrastination.