I haven’t made a habit out of falling asleep during lectures since I first discovered No Doz back in freshman year, but this week I can’t seem to stay awake. I slept through Ancient yesterday, and dozed off among so many others in Java today that the class ended early due to lack of consciousness. And neither of those classes is particularly dull (well - I’ll refrain from comment on Ancient), I just haven’t been sleeping all that well lately. I suppose this, too, could be stress, although I don’t want to be one of those people who blames everything in the world on their busy, busy lives. Broken leg, you say? Tension. Your dog has developed an allergy to oxygen? Must be stress! An electrical fire left you with neither eyebrows nor an apartment? You’re working too hard!

It could be worse, I suppose - I could have perpetual gas caused by a tiny human fucking with my digestive system. But one of these nights I’d like to go home and actually get eight hours of sleep without waking up in a panic at 6am, having forgotten to read another chapter of something or other. Clearly, retail therapy is in order - maybe something along the lines of that new pair of boots I’ve been eyeing at T&V. My battered old 14-eyelet Docs from high school finally gave out (having survived torrential rain in Scotland, perpetual snow in Massachusetts, and the continued growth of my feet over five years). This leaves me with a total of two viable footwear options on any given day, and it seems clear that that’s just not enough.