So, I'm writing this blog to keep myself from falling out of my chair from exhaustion and drooling on my poor classmate who happens to look a lot like a young Snoop Dogg but without the "I'm high" look. You see last night I pulled the second all-nighter this week to finish up the AAF plans book that's due in DC tomorrow and now that the fun is over, I'm stuck here listening to a professor whose English happens to be his fourth language (yes I said fourth, but it might as well be Latin). Granted we were coherent enough to edit correctly and put the ads in right-side-up (thank you Red Bull), this hopefully will be the third year we sweep district. What a year! I'm so exhausted and I can't wait to get out of here and finish the other two campaigns I'm doing for classes. What's wrong with me? I should just want to go to sleep for days and forget about life, but instead I just want to go do ads for days and forget about sleep. Sometimes I can't sleep though becuase of this stuff, I mean I'm up half the night thinking about ideas covering my night stand with scribbled post-its, some of which I'm not even sure I wrote and others I'm not even sure are in English. Maybe this professor wrote them in his second language and while I thought I was sleeping I was actually rummaging around his office and happened to bring these things back and when I woke I just thought I had written them. Ok now I'm not making any sense and I'm having some really random thoughts. What the hell are on the post-its though? Wow, I really need some sleep now. I'll figure it out later I guess. For now, sleep.