i operate in weeks of lots of sleep and then week's of no sleep. it alternates. and also, i can only do week's of no sleep one week at a time. this week was a no sleep week and i decided that my favorite time of the day/night was driving home past one in the morning from the library. driving at night is sort of therapeutic? when it's only you, a few street lights, and imagine dragons? so now i actually enjoy my no sleep weeks because i can experience those fifteen minutes at night driving home.
dillon described real, raw conversation that isn't forced as being refreshing and while there are a handful of metaphors that could be made, refreshing is truly the best way of describing it. i thought about that and realized my favorite friendships anymore are ones where it's exactly that: natural, unforced, easy conversation (dillon, you are included in that bee tee dubs).
sometimes i change outfits halfway through the day and when i see someone that i had a class with at 8am at night they say, "Maggie, were you wearing that today?" to which i reply, "No," and the only way I can explain myself is that I have too many clothes and I have a different shirt for every situation. Meaning, what I wore to class might not be library comfortable or going downtown for dinner appropriate. it happens almost every day. and would also explain why my room is literally just a giant closet that happens to have a bed in the middle of it.
lastly, this outfit free week is brought to you by pre-finals midterms. so basically until december 14th i'm going to be a huge ball of cranky and complaints about having a whole lot of cramming to do.