And forget everything the next morning. No, I’m not partying nor drinking, nor even hanging out with people. I’m looking at my math homework now, which I was struggling to finish last night. Right in the middle of a math problem, here’s what I have written, in pencil and scrawled in strange shapes, as if these words were numbers or mathematical symbols.
“Has a plasma TV”
(Immediately to the left of this is a double integral.)
“high-response really cool all.”
“If you’re busy this week, [break] good for all”
“details on Google”
“belows thanksgiving”
“Floor [unreadable] mtg”
This is so weird that I have to scan this. It’s shocking.
Seriously, I can’t believe I wrote this. I must have a second mind that takes over when I stay up too late. Maybe it’s my night-time mind. Normally, this stuff would stay in my head: it would probably be processed to create my dreams. But when I don’t sleep, there’s no chance for dreams, so I get this dream-like state. And it’s really a second mind separate from my daytime one: I don’t remember this. It’s vaguely familiar, but I do not remember it.
Update: the next page has the word “Sorority” at the top, followed by “11/6/06″. I have no idea what that date has to do with anything (this was written yesterday, 11/15/06). Oh, and it has “Intel” randomly thrown in the middle, too.
[...] It’s been awhile since I wrote a Midnight Message. I believe my last one was two weeks ago. Quit a few things have happened since then. I’m mostly getting caught up in schoolwork. I’m finding that I really dislike it. Maybe it’s just because I’m tired, but I think I’d learn just as much, if not more, by learning on my own. Maybe Theo’s attitude is rubbing off on me. Maybe I’m just getting discouraged by the fact that I have a research paper due yesterday still not done. Whatever it is, I am tired of school and it will be a welcome relief when winter break comes around. It’s not like I really do all that much studying, either. Most of the time, I’m off doing my own thing. But perhaps I should make better use of my time. [...]