sleep deprivation makes the world very phantasmagoric. i somehow spoke to alice w. rutherford very briefly about the odd abundance of people associations in the tiny world (it was really nice to talk to her again, but still a very surreal thing to have happen when you've had no sleep). and then suddenly found myself buying a cafe latte from starbucks (??). following that, i was sitting in lindsay's apartment - where i apparently scared her to death - writing letters to rachel on her notepad while she was sitting next to me. then i walked lindsay to work. all before 9 am.

also, it seems that my roommates have taken to odd laundry habits (starting the washer at 3 am, starting the dryer at 8 am) - which wouldn't be so bad were the washer and dryer not right next to my room.

swish, i'm tired.