I find myself awake, working on an endless supply of homework, trying to absorb current events from the TV news through osmosis. Somehow ants have taken over the small walkway of hardwood between me and the coffee table, their bites are just infrequent enough to be tolerable. I couldn’t manage to drink enough water today, the sides of my tongue feels raw from brushing against my teeth. I’ve been siting in the same spot bathing in my own sweat for about 12 hours now. A leather couch, black and sticky, with little ventilation from the buzzing fan above. There is not a square inch near me not covered by a book, handout or folder. Oh, the glamorous life of a student.