Don't you mean "Bizarro" gut them?

I'm going to go ahead and apologize for the lack of a podcast for the last month. Exam period is just coming to a close, and I promise from the bottom of my falling GPA that we'll have time for another very soon. Now that the icky business is out of the way, I'd like to focus on the present for a moment.

I have an exam Saturday.

Moving away from the fact that writing an exam on a weekend is absolutely ridiculous, I've hit a little snag in my quest to not fail. My last exam until now was over a week ago, so I've already begun to shift into "summer mode." This of course means mental atrophy, complete lack of motivation, and a slipping sleep schedule. My exam on Saturday is at 9am, which basically means I'll have to drag myself out of bed for at least 7am. The problem is, I've been getting to bed only a few hours before then on a consistent basis for the last few days.

As I'm sure you've tried, it's very difficult to go to bed eight hours earlier than the night before and still get a meaningful sleep. My only remaining option: sleep deprivation. I've set a goal: I figure if I make it to 8pm Friday evening, I'll be able to get a solid ten hours of sleep and be awake and alert for the exam. Given that I woke up at eleven this morning (stupid birds) that's 29 hours straight. Easy, right?

The following is a running log as of 2am, Friday the 27th. Wish me luck.

2:00am
Feeling pretty good. Just had a donair, picked up some red bull, and tossed my textbooks on the floor. I won't be needing those.
Wish I hadn't caught up on the TV shows I had downloaded earlier today. 18 hours to go.

2:45am
Playing some Street Fighter 3. Not particularly tired yet; it was still a few more hours before I got to bed the night before.

3:40am
My room is terribly boring all of a sudden. I'm getting the yawns. Surfing through random TV programming. Nothing on TV is ever interesting at this hour.
I hit 'Save as Draft' rather than 'Publish' for my first few postings. Maybe I am tired.

4:50am
Stupid birds are chirping again. I'd close the window, but it'd get too warm in here. Heat means tired, and tired means sleep. Can't have that.

5:45am
The sun is up now. I just reminded myself that I'll be able to have McDonald's breafast for the first time in years.
I look across to the apartments on the other side of the lot, and some of them have their lights on. I wonder if they're just waking up, or not yet gone to bed.
Here's when I'd usually fall asleep.

6:20am
My eyelids are getting heavy. I crack open the first red bull. The light from outside is now completely removing the necessity for artificial light.
I really better not lie down.

7:35am
Playing some music to fight the sleepies. Bloc Party. Good tunes.
More video games. The more active the better, I guess. Having a bit of a second wind.
Just over 12 hours to go. (It doesn't sound so bad when it's worded that way.)
I set my alarm for tomorrow morning in case I'm too tired and forget to do it tonight.

8:25am
The city is starting to animate. I can only guess what people are up to at this hour. Cars are already driving out of the parking lot. Do all these people have "jobs?"
It's odd being there when the city goes to sleep, then be still waiting while it wakes up again.
I suppose I might as well grab a shower. Seems logical that, if I'm trying to keep myself from falling asleep, I should do the things I usually do when I'm waking up.

8:50am
Getting a little cranky.
Shower was cold. It turns out the rest of my apartment also decided to have a shower at this very moment.
I'm beginning to resent my neighbours.

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