I've been pretty tired this whole week. Not exactly stressed out, just tired. I really do miss sleeping. It's funny that I'm not frazzled though. When I'm up at 2am I actually feel a strange sense of peacefulness and calm because that's the only time I have all day where I'm totally alone in a quiet place. My schedule is just so packed with class, work, and meetings that I only get a chance to breathe at 2am. It's nice. Except for the fact that I have to wake up six hours later.

So tonight when I don't have a lot of work and should be catching up on my Chinese characters and my 20pg. research paper, I visit my freshmen instead...talk to the girls and play Indian poker with the guys, betting push-ups. I really know how to be productive. But I won the last hand, and I had 4 of my freshmen guys doing 45 push-ups in front of me. Well worth it, I'd say.

I'm going to bed before 1am.