09.14.04
1:20 p.m.
Observations in delirium
I’m exhausted, yet content.There should be, as with alcohol, a legal limit for sleep deprivation. The interstate moves too rapidly when your eyes are constantly re-dilating, and you must consciously make an effort to blink.
Every movement was purposeful; nothing extraneous. I set each foot on the ground, specifically, decisively...each step planned. I’m sure I appeared inebriated.
The ten minute walk to my next class turned into a 30 minute journey as I stopped to get coffee. I don’t even drink caffeine. I think the subsequent rush made me more delirious. And giddy.
I’m probably too happy for my own good. I laughed today in class. Audibly. At the mere mention of a parabola. I don’t know why, but the word...it amused me in my delusional state.
And now, I leave this jumbled mess of words. For you.
