The other night I had a large chunk of reading to complete. I was slogging through this task in the library when at around 2 a.m. I realized that nearly everyone who was working around me was gone and the chair I had been sitting in for four hours was re-shaping my ass in an unpleasant fashion. I immigrated up to the fourth floor and reclined on a couch as I continued my reading. The next thing I new I blinked awake and it was light out and there was drool all over the top half of my body. I had inadvertently slept the night on the 4th floor couch and it was now around 7:30 a.m. There is no real overarching point to this story besides the literary portrait I have just drawn. The main thing that made it of some note to me was that here I am, a 21 year-old male, winding down a 16-year-long career of being educated at an institution of some repute and on any given morning I can be found sleeping in an unfamiliar place, drooling on myself as infants do.
please kindly do not disturb or bother the Wu-Tang Clan as that is not their desire.
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