I feel like I was hit by a bus waking up today. So I’ve got two thoughts to espouse.

1. Your cellular phone will outlive you. I think I’ve feared that in the famously disconnected world we live in, where technology replaces the human touch of whatever and especially one in which I maintain so few connections, that friends could be gone weeks before we notice them missing. But a generally easy way to ensure that someone is still alive is to call their cell phone – even if they don’t pick up, that it rings is a pretty good indicator that they’re still around somewhere, as the phone very likely would have otherwise expired. A ringing phone indicates pretty well that the phone’s owner has a home base to return to and charge their phone late at night, which generally excludes their imprisonment, death, or other incapacitation. That is, of course, unless they’re to pass away silently in the middle of the night.

2. There’s a time of every semester, I’ve found, where my sleep schedule altogether resets itself, and I’ve just hit it. Sometimes it gets to a point where I collapse at 7PM, wake up at 2AM and then just do homework until I end up eating breakfast (???). This semester was much more passive – I passed out around 11:30pm reading a book last night, trying to catch up with homework. That may be because the last few days have been quite the blur, but I’ve sat up since 8:30AM trying to get through this book for an exam Thursday. It’s refreshing to be up early and not have to fight with myself to make it to class, but I worry about my ability to pull long nights studying for exams and writing papers. Both of which, I might add, I’ll be doing this week.