I could just as easily be insane

I just pulled the first all nighter of my college (alleged) career. I stayed up all night writing an eight and a half page paper comparing Aristotelean Virtue Ethics with Mahayana Buddhism. This while nursing a purely, delightful, kidney infection.

25 cigarettes, a cup of tea, a half a bar of Lindt chocolate with hazelnut creme, a wash basket full of specific and generalized super stress, a 101 fever and a quart or so of un-sweetened cranberry juice later, I feel positively Holmesian.

I have no idea what I wrote (and already electronically submitted). I could be scathingly brilliant, I could have gibbered like a blue monkey. And the best part is that, like Holmes, I will likely have a Dr.’s excuse at the end of it all, ready and waiting to whip it on out, if it all comes apart in my face.

God I wasted a lot of money on cocaine in my youth.