And miles to go before I sleep.

And miles to go before I sleep. A friend in the class of mine which has a huge pset due tomorrow talked it over with me today. His final words as we parted? Youve got a long night ahead of you. Great. The thing is, I know how to handle these nights. I should anyways; I have enough experience. Part of my application to be an admissions blogger read, Once, years ago, there was a Great Night of Toolage: a long, long night of grueling problem sets due the next day. Time and time again, a younger version of myself began to nod off over her equations, only to be jolted back awake by the heavy beat of Birdhouse in Your Soul, blasting out of her boyfriends speakers. This video makes about as much sense as anything else did at that hour of that night and is the Officially Recognized Commemorative Video of The Great Night Of Toolage, cementing its place in history. As long as there is MIT, there will be epic bouts of working. As long as there are epic bouts of working, this video will be to be the most important piece of art around. (After all, our work is never over.) But it should be over. Ive learned my lesson. Over time, with work, I learned to plan ahead and work without distraction. I became a mature senior. Its just that last weekend, I slipped. I dressed up and went to see W in a theater with my boyfriend and we had Thai food afterwards. And now Im doomed. Once, I wouldnt have blinked about staying up all night and finishing this huge pset. But Im out of practice. I dont know if I have the same endless energy I did when I was a freshman, which let me run for days on adrenaline. Nonetheless, if I go out, I go out fighting. I went to Star and bought provisions: 4.2 pounds of Goldfish crachers, 2 liters of Diet Coke, 3 lb of Cinnamon Applesauce, green sugar sprinkles, cinnamon red-hots, cake mix and frosting, micowave soup, dark chocolate in large quantities, fruit cocktail, pineapple slices, and bananas. It should be enough sugar, caffeine, and general things to chew on to keep me going for a good long while. I even closed my eyes as I took the escalator down from Star, and as I walked along the streets back, conserving my energy. (I opened them to check for cars at the crossings.) I know where to find plenty of They Might Be Giants. Here we go