lack of sleep makes you an asshole

the next time you run into one of those high-powered types in suits who work until midnight or later, remember... they're assholes because they're miserable. and they are miserable because they don't sleep and have no life.

i pulled the first all nighter in a while. it was unintentional. my a/c simply stopped working properly, and it was alternately very hot and very cold. but i had to make it to barbri. it was rough.

1) when i arrived barbri, i almost exchanged words with a friend of mine who had saved a seat for someone else. (look, i'm not insulted; i just didn't feel like walking an extra six feet. i was THAT exhausted.)

2) the lecture lasted almost four and a half hours, during which i stripped away my stomach lining drinking red bull and then coffee and then red bull again. furthermore, the wide-awake nyu law grads in front of me were chattering so much that it made me want to set their hair on fire.

3) when the c.a.r.e. summer interns approached me as i was walking to the subway in a zombie-like daze to sign some do-gooder petition, i almost blurted out the following: "hey, listen. you better be glad i'm not armed with a machete. please step aside, or i will leave scratch marks in your pretty little face." but i was too tired to muster any energy to speak.

4) i came home and promptly fell asleep face down on my bed. and woke up sweating, because, i forgot to switch on the a/c.

i'm too old for this.

emily1: in other words... insomnia: i understand.