BLERDS

I have not slept in hours

By TJ Miller

It has been literally hours since I have slept. Hours! How many? I can not count. I am losing my mind. I’ve been working on this project for hours. Hours I tell you, and it’s been hours since I’ve slept last. It feels like 2 hours ago that I started work on this opus, and as the minutes turned to hours, and the hours turned to more hours, I am slowly beginning to fall apart. My psyche feels split in two. How many more hours can I endure this? 2? 3? This is insanity. I can not live like this. But I must. My work comes first, my chemistry projects–for after all, I am a chemist. And a what is a chemist without his chemistry projects? A Newsie. Common street trash hawking periodicals, that’s what. Just another loser on the street selling papers for a quarter. A chemist without his chemistry set is just a God Damn Newsie. I will be son of a bitched if I take the course my father took!

And yet the hours creep on. On and on. When with the hours end? I haven’t slept in over 3 hours, almost over 4, and I’ve been working for several (meaning two) hours straight! Straight! I’m beginning to lose grip over that which is real, and that which is my refrigerator. I spent an hour (or more!) just looking for my legs. They were attached to my body. Good God. You, the reader, probably think “he’s just tired, that’s all.” But when is the last time you haven’t slept in hours, working HOURS straight? I’ll tell you. It was March 14th 1994. You were at Greg Anderson’s sleepover and you guys stayed up WAY too late. Well, do you remember the feeling you had of everything beginning to slip into oblivion? After your fourth Pepsi? Multiply that. . .by 2! That’s what my sanity is suffering, and soon, I will either come forth a victor, completing my chemistry experiment, my work, or I will suffer a fate not unlike Friedrich Nietzsche: I will have a name that is really tough to pronounce.

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