Half an Hour = Game Over.

Last night, I pulled an all-nighter.

I think I got about half an hour of sleep in all. It was awful. Thank you, Dr. Beck.

Anyways...

My Really Freaking Long Day [also Entitled "The Really Obnoxious Person I am When I am Tired"] -By Lauren

1. I stayed awake last night by drinking coffee (which I swore off last semester). The coffee was good. Staying up all night=not so good.
2. This morning, I was a jerk. I wanted to kill everyone and everything was awful and terrible. I called my parents and got annoyed with them for things that were my fault, and I went to my first class wanting to punch people in the face. I attempted to throw myself mini pity parties when I saw people I knew, and I sank so low as to play the "How Late Did You Stay Up Last Night?" Game. [I either won the game or tied.]
3. I turned in the project I'd stayed up all night doing, worried about it for like ten minutes, and decided I didn't really care anymore, which led me to my giddy phase.
4. This phase involved me writing notes to the girl next to me in class, being really talkative and thinking lots of things were funny.
5. After that wore off, I felt exhausted and spent the rest of my day collecting pet peeves. I found a wide variety of reasons to be annoyed with people. I also attempted to fall asleep everywhere.
6. During one of these attempts, I actually drooled on the floor of the green room. Awesome. I tried to pretend like it didn't happen when I woke up, but it definitely did.