Another morning (correction: afternoon) after no sleep. It is very weird how sometimes staying up all night working hurts so much, and other days, other than the odd feeling of having a hollow head, I am perfectly awake. In another hour, my last class of the week will let out; and I will make my way to nearest bed for some sleep.

I went out drinking to celebrate T's 20th birthday last night. It may be the illusion of not having slept; but somehow q commuting variable made more sense under the influence of the girly cocktails K introduced me to; but I think I like beer better.

The new house mate from Germany seems to be working out. I have only spoken with him for an hour. I have barely been home all week. Not that this is abnormal; but I hope it works out.

Why did I forget that if you 'solve' your homework assignment; but fail to write it up, it will take as long to work it out again when you go to do so; as 'solving' it in the first place.

The plan tonight was to write solutions to the assignment due tomorrow, write up MEF proposals, and work on the assignment due on Monday; but here it is, almost 9am, and all I have done is the assignment.

I hate the cold I have, demanding that I sleep, when I should be working, so I am not doing everything hours before the deadline. Yet, I know the cold is only an excuse. I could have stayed up earlier in the week, it just would have hurt as much as this morning's evil light of dawn, which is a pain I'll put off indefinitely.

The first all-nighter of the term draws to a close. I just finished writing up the proof for the last question on my assignment. I am now debating napping for a couple of hours till class somewhere, or starting my calculus assignment.

I say this completely without sarcasm: I love this place.