While
tlf was accurate in his observation of
my metabolism's amazing ability to
convert food into awakeness, the quality of awakeness leaves much to be desired.
Moral of the story: going on a hike after an all-nighter is a Bad Idea. Having dinner and dessert with everyone else having breakfast kept me going enough to put one foot in front of another, but not enough to keep me thinking about the differences between rocks, trees and cliff. At the end of the fifth hour I realized we were surrounded by trees.
I was lyric- and poem-noding this morning because I was too tired to articulate my state. That was twelve hours ago.
Sleep now.
My bike is busted. Boo hoo.
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