Bedside Manners

All day long I collect anecdotes that I could share with you. Then I go home. I forget everything that has happened to me during the day. And every morning, I drag myself out of bed, sore, tired, mouth dry. And I think, "If I was hungover right now, this is what it'd feel like." But instead of a night of boozing and carousing, there was generally just me, with not quite a handle of problem sets. (well, and a bit of procrastination sprinkled here and there, sure...)