October 30, 2006
As my brain begins to shut down for the night, if the first semester had already taken off I'd have oil smothered hands sliding over and under skin and muscle. Yawns would be a setback. Evening hunger pangs would be drowned out by zen music. I would have one hour an a half left of intense hands on massaging and medical term crunching marathons. It would be worth giving up sleep. If I just keep saying that. It would be worth giving up sleep. I'll volunteer to be the experimental rat willing to die on the table for educational purposes.