Suicidal Snowflakes

Just because I have a short attention span doesn\’t mean I…

The smell of sleep deprivation

ets see, I’m sitting in the campus’ main building on the first floor.  Murmers from the students echo off the sandstone walls and buttresses making it quite loud in this dimly-lit slightly austeir grey cave and I smell burnt starbucks wafting up from the basement every time the metal doors open about twenty feet away from me.  It’s warm,  I smell like salty-sweat and I can barely keep my eyes open.  Grand reminder of the days I’d work midnight-8am then would have to somehow hold on until my 12:30 pm class.

Good times.  Trying to stay awake for Greek tragidy.

February 26, 2007 Posted by | Wordy | Leave a comment