Never sleep, never die -- but I must sleep. [journal]

Note: this entry is in some parts so incoherent but yet sort of funny, and since I've scratched out the incoherent stuff in the morning, I'll show them crossed out here too, and if it was possible to reconstruct what I was trying to say I've done that in [square brackets]. Funniest thing was that I did read over what I wrote before I put my notebook away but it made perfect sense to me then.

It's like having Mike Theam over from Calgary all over again. Except that I'm alone right now and it's almost 5:30am. I spent the evening (4-2) at Adrian/David/Mike-from-SP's apartment. I managed to almost finish copying my chem notes into my notebook. Plus some other rules let's through a ball around.

I find their place so much more for tidiness than having stuff [slightly incoherent, but I think you can make out what I'm trying to say].

I've heard so many horror stories about Lister Hall cafeterias.

And I like how Adrian, David, and Mike keep each other entertained and lightening each other up. Maybe that's because the three of them are all either scientists or engineers. I'm definitely for is please contact phone the info desk [living with them next year]. It really helps when everyone contributes to the meat and cutlery[good mood of the whole]. Anyway I will sleep before the sunset [sunrise]. It's almost 6.

Never sleep, never die -- but I must sleep.