whittling

it's after midnight, i'm hungry, and i have whittled down my (academic) workload to one half midterm, two articles, and unknown quantities of l'imparfait over the next 72 hours. i like to imagine myself falling asleep easily tonight, but the fear of not sleeping is on me and i've been listening to a child crying in the distance for nearly a half hour. but this is beside the point.

the point is that this week is the bulge and i've been trekking to the kitchen every ten minutes to scavenge assorted morsels. the trick is to eat just enough to stay awake without getting bloated, to maintain the appropriate level, and type, of agitation...