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The product of college sleep schedules.
It’s beautiful at night. That’s the one advantage to my screwed up circadian rhythm. I get to visit this other world. It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay awake when I’m asleep, as the song goes. I think it’s the fog. They don’t have fog like this at home or, if they do, I’ve never witnessed it. During the day it’s annoying. I can’t see where I’m going. But at night, something changes. Light dances through the air. Everything becomes more visible. Strangely, I don’t feel alone when I’m outside at night. Sometimes I go on walks, but tonight it’s too late and I’m scared I will get mugged. And so I sit in the Oaks circle. There are more people out than expected. I suppose it is a Saturday night. Being outside at night, listening to music, makes me happy. My room is confining and lonely. Here, I am free, and I’m not alone. Finding God in all things was one of the philosophies of St. Ignatius. I went to a Jesuit school, so I suppose this philosophy rubbed off. WOW just closed and I can tell because of all the people walking back from the student union. I wish I could sleep out here, but I hate camping. There are lots of people walking by; I wonder what they think of me. A guy in all black with ridiculous large headphones sitting in Oaks circle with a notebook at 3 am. They probably don’t notice me. A security guard did, at least I think. The car stopped in front of me. I couldn’t tell what they were doing, but, if anything, they should thank me for not smoking within 25 feet of a building. I don’t smoke. There must have been a party tonight. Probably Skulls. I asked Ethan, we will see what he says, if he’s awake. There’s a couple guys just standing, smoking, maybe watching me, but they aren’t threatening. I can probably get to a blue light faster than they can get to me. I wonder what Ethan thinks of my late night escapades. If you can call them escapades. I can’t tell my mom about this because I’ll just get a safety lecture. I wish I could sing. I’d be making a capella videos up the wazoo. Radio has outlived cassettes, CDs, and Music Video TV. Can we appreciate that? I should go to sleep. I know I’m going to have to fix this eventually, but for now, I think I’ll enjoy it.
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