This is the first time in weeks that I've woken up fully alert. Five hours of sleep, and I feel better rested than I do after 10. Maybe it won't last. Maybe I'll fall apart around 3 this afternoon. But right now, I know for the first time this quarter that I'll make it through the day, get my homework done, go out like I plan, and not say "Fuck it all" and take a nap.
I read a book yesterday. It made me cry, it made me laugh, and gave me odd dreams about swimming. I haven't read a book that punched me in the gut that hard since last quarter. Up next: A Tree Grows in Brooklyn.