I have not been asleep since 10 o'clock Tuesday morning. That's a long time. The only reason my eyes are open is because my eyelids have rusted in place. It's kind of hard to breath. I have a page and a half yet to write before my essay is officially long enough for my professor to give it a look, instead of automatically assigning an F. I'm sorry, an E... I forgot, there are no F's at UF. Like there are no French fries in America, only freedom fries. As if anyone really cares. Who thinks of these things? I feel like I'm trying to squeeze just a few more drops of blood out onto the paper, but I'm about bled out. I honestly don't have anything more to say than what... I've said. Yeah. Everything has a bit of a green tint to it. But did I mention that if I survive this, I can get on a plane and sleep for 30 hours? I'm so tired I don't think I'll even notice that the seat is too small and my knees jut out into the aisle. The bumping of the drink cart against my shins will be nothing but pleasant butterflies in my dreams. I long for sleep like an addict longs for opium... And at the end of that long somnolent tunnel, there will suddenly be a babble of Chinese voices, the smell of noodles, a crowded taxi ride down new four-lane highways and - home!