3am

the world is a strange place to open your ears to at 3am...

i hear police sirens blaring, screaming for non-existent cars to pull aside while it charges home to the police station a stone's throw away for a night of well-deserved rest.

i hear the occasional cars speeding down Genesee Ave at 90mph, hoping not to meet the rare police siren heading home.

i hear pandora's music genome project, cooing soft coldplay-esque tunes to my tired ears.

i hear my brain twist and turn over green syncytial gonads and green spermatheca and disappointingly non-green embryos.

i hear my much-celebrated gentle snores sweeping away my worries sometime after 2am...

i hear sudden urgent tones rushing through my consciousness, announcing the start to a bright new day. its week 8, friday. time warps in your sleep.

only that i realize its not friday. well it IS friday. but its NOT friday!

im tired. spare me. i barely left the lab for 2 hrs. absence makes the heart grow colder. even the strongest heart needs to rest sometimes. and i need that break, right now.

sleepless at 3am is tough. especially when your sleeping schedule is as screwed up as mine. imagine oversleeping a 12pm class!

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