Late Nights

I missed my ethics class today because I overslept, something that should never happen because I have Ethics at 5 pm on a Wednesday. Sleeping past 5 pm is the kind of event that makes you stop and think about how you are living, so I'm going to go over what I did the night before so I can piece together what needs to be fixed. I got off of work early so I was home by 8, my roommate was yet to be seen so I played a popular football franchise "Madden 09" and won two games, so it was about 9 when my roommate came home, at this point I turned off the video games and turned on what every political(ish) college student watches to get their witty remarks, the daily show. I think this is when the problems started, one online TV show lead to another and before I knew it, it was midnight and I was 6 episodes deep in season three of Monk. I thought I'd call it quits and head for bed, but Tony Shalhoub's one of a kind performance kept me up, I was back at my computer in no time. I only watched one more episode but was now wide awake. I needed to quell the beast that is my stomach and had no food of my own, so I stole my roommates. His nephew had just celebrated his second birthday and had a lot of left over cake, I ate the cake, the last four slices anyway. So wired on sugar and looking to kill time I surfed the internet for the perfect distraction, what I found was ideal a mini series that was SO complex that'd I'd HAVE to fall asleep trying to watch it, Dune. Frank Herbert's Dune was a 6 hour mini series broken into three parts in the year 2000, I ended up watching all three and could now in detail describe the rituals of the freemen of the desert. As I watched the seconds tick away off of my iPhones timer, I knew I wouldn't be getting any sleep, I was to hard wired, my new goal was to stay awake for the rest of the day, so I could return to a "Day Walkers" schedule and no longer stalk the night. I called for reinforcements , at 7 am I called my brother Sean and invited him to breakfast. Getting out of the house and drinking 5 gallons of coffee is what would get me through my wednesday, I had new comic books to look forward to (Spider-Man's "New Ways to Die" had it's conclusion) and a class I could not miss again, everything depended on my ability to stay awake. After breakfast I stopped at the bank, I  found out when banks open (9:30 am) which I thought was pretty cool, and I called my parents to let them know that I didn't die while they were on vacation. I had the makings of a productive day after no sleep. When I got home I began to read a text book, "Shattering of the Union" although I did find out that a senator from Alabama had the nick name "Miss Nancy" which was cruel, hysterical, and historical, the book also put me to sleep. Before I knew it I was immobilized by lazapathy, a concoction of sleep and not giving a fuck, I'd wake up every hour only to tell myself I still had time to get to class. By 1 pm I was actually sleeping. When I awoke at 4:58 I knew I wouldn't show up to class late, I hate showing up to class late, Instead I ate a sandwich at Subway and saw Burn after Reading with Justin. Now it's 4:30 in the morning and I'm still up because I found another slice of cake in the freezer and Venom merged with the scorpion armor so that he could kill Anti-Venom, I guess some things are just more important then a full education and a good nights sleep.