Too tired to sleep

What have I done for the past two days? They disappeared.

I am exhausted right now, but my mind is running... the rat in your brain... turns a wheel, connected to your guts and all your faults are in me, and all your faults in me.

I know that if I lay down I wouldn't sleep, I would just turn over and over again until exhaustion overwhelmed me. Monday night grew into an epic, falling into bed at 1:30 when I wanted to be home by midnight. Worked this morning... was that this morning? It feels so much further away than a mere twelve hours. Amazing. Worked. The man came by, even though he wasn't working. He made sure to say goodbye. I was so tired though, so tired. Worked on school. I forgot that I wasn't going home today, and my stomach slowly digested itself until I snagged some bread at 5:30. I was in the library and saw Roomie, he looked very clean cut for exams. I know that I look like ass. I need a shower.

Tonight was spent on an assignment, which took too long for what it was worth, and is still not finished. That is for tomorrow afternoon when I have time before work. Between my last class ever at McGill and work. Last Class. It should feel more momentous, less onerous. Less like pulling teeth. My last class today was pain, but mostly because I was so hungry.

I really would like to see the man right now, I could use a hug, and some stress relief. Mostly the hug. For now, I think I will try for bed, hopefully I am tired enough to sleep.