I'm now a little bit more aware of the fact that my life, which I thought revolved around a pattern of everyday normalcy, is everything but normal.

Well, it's normal for anyone who is a graduate student at Wurster Hall. But for other people, even other graduate students, it's not such a normal life.

There are only two distinct classes of people who foreseeably live a more nocturnal lifestyle than myself. These people are the architects and landscape architects. They spend endless nights in this building (yes, that means I am still here, it's Friday at 12:10 am right now) fiddling around with design software and temperamental plotters til the wee hours of night. The only evidence of their endless evenings in residence is at the end of the semester they hang up their boards in the lobby of the building for final reviews.

Well, actually, that's not so true. There is other evidence of their long nights. In the weeks leading up to Thanksgiving, men look greasy and hairy. They've not showered for days and have been getting their sleep on the student lounge sofas...sofas that good reason tell us should never be slept on in the first place. Women begin wearing pajamas to school and no longer are so vain to wear their contact lenses. People consume 3 square meals a day from plastic containers. Coffee is consumed at midnight without any concern of not being able to fall asleep if they are so lucky to return home for the night.

I myself am in the housing studio right now. It's a pleasant place with large desks and pretty decent lighting, yet just one computer.

I shall sign off now, hopeful to return home around 2 am for a couple hours of sleep.