Dear All-Nighter,
As you have done a brutal and thorough tapdance on my brain, I will make my complaints brief.
You and I have become acquainted over the course of several different occasions. These occasions were usually academics-related: studying for an exam, writing that research paper that was due a week ago, finishing homework assignments that were assigned at least a good month or so past. I sought your help in completing these tasks, and how to you repay me? By giving me the appearance of a corpse reanimated after a year or so in the ground, and by making me feel like my eyes could pop out of my head at any moment due to fatigue.
I stumble through my classes, head lolling, limbs dragging, lids too heavy to keep more open than half-mast. All the while, my half-coherent thoughts come together to make this sentence and many other versions of it:
“Fuck you, all-nighter. God damn you into the ninth and most miserable circle of hell. I never want to see you again!”
This mantra sustains me until I have walked out of the door of my final class, across campus to my dorm, and over the threshold into my room, eventually ending up in my bed so that I may sleep off your adverse after-effects. I swear to myself that I will never entertain you again.
(Oh, I can’t be angry for long. I was only joking. See you on Tuesday night for that take-home final, okay?)
With love,
Heinous Bitch
3 years ago • Notes