| | Friday -- Wake up around 2PM, as is customary. Nothin goin on. People comin' over in the evening, drive 'em to Cici's, have a good time, playing Cube and video games and junk. Midnight rolls around, awake.
Saturday -- Hanging with these people until 6AM. Dan's in my bed. Fuckit. I'll just play some Blood Bowl until he gets up. He gets out of bed at 4PM. I drive this other group to get Cici's again. I'm feelin real tired. Hang out with these guys considering I have to leave soon. Drive to Kurt's around 6PM. Tired drivin, but no swerving. Playing Star Wars and Magic. Midnight, awake.
Sunday -- Star Wars and Magic. Drive home around 4AM, feeling confident in my ability to stay awake. I was right. Get home, see the first group still there, playing Street Fighter into wee hours. They start dropping off. Dan's in my bed, Brent on a couch, Guay the other. Street Fighter with Barrow until 8AM, Barrow gets last bed. Fuckit, work on Simic until Dan wakes up. Dan wakes around 12PM. We hang out, they decide we should get burritos. I shower, makes me feel more awake, drive to Chipotle, safely. Come back, more Street Fighter, more Blood Bowl. Jim's 21st birthday is tonight. The first group is long gone, the second group leaves now. The third and largest group files in for Jim's party around 5PM. Party all night. 1:22AM, awake.
83 hours if my near-drunken math is right. Checked this thing for typos around 8 times.
I know what I want to say, and how to, but my fingers don't wanna.
Reach a time somewhere around here where you stop thinking. All you got in your head is ingrained learned abilities, insight, instinct, and fucking truth. Makes a man feel good about life, it does.
My dreams, they gotta kiss me, 'cuz I don't get sleep, no.
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