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The rule seems to be that under no circumstances can I just fall asleep at midnight and stay that way till seven-thirty. There always has to be some disturbance, some drama.

I woke up hot and distressed at four. Finished reading High Fidelity at five. (Eh.) Watched the first one hundred minutes of Ocean's Twelve. At seven, the street outside my window started filling up with cars. That parakeet-rooster next door started his deal at seven twenty-nine.

Class starts at ten. I'll come home at one-thirty, exhausted because of this crap, and pass out for two hours, thereby robbing myself of yet another decent night's sleep.