Space Filling VII

So I'm spending New Year's Eve initiating conversations with random people on my facebook list.
One went well, except for an awkward part in between where the person was an idiot.
The other has been absolutely awkward so far. Let's see how it proceeds.

~Sam

Space Filling V

It was the fourth one.
I can keep count, yay!

Space Filling IV

This is the fourth one, right?
Can't even count any more.
IT'S NEW YEAR'S EVE AND THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IN A YEAR THAT I'VE FELT SLEEPY BEFORE 2 AM, LIKE REALLY, BRAIN?

~Sam

Space Filling III

Hi!
How was your New Year's? No, I'm not filling up space, I actually care. Honest!

~Sam

Space Filling II

I am clearly not as talented at filling up space as I thought.
Meh.


~Sam

Space-Filling I

It's New Year's Eve and I have 9 posts to finish before I can reach my 200 dream.
All my friends are out partying. I'm just sitting here, studiously avoiding drunk people and their puke, and sane people and their chatter. I was perfectly fine until two minutes ago when I was reading (for the first time in over a month, oh the travesty, but at least I reclaimed my reading love), but then my book ended and now...
Now I'm sitting and staring at my laptop screen as the last hours of a year of my life tick by.

~Sam

I spend an unhealthy amount of time with my new best friend, the Night Out [called in some circles as the All Nighter].

There is a routine to the night-out.
First, until 10 or so, is the urge to procrastinate, to distract oneself with every possible distraction.
Then, from post-12 until early morning, there is the frantic spurt of work.
Then the exhilaration at how much you've completed, adulterated with periodic or constant waves of exhaustion.
Then the calm doing of work, the energy having run dry. From a sprint to a stroll.
Then the completion of the work.
Then the inability to sleep because your body has learned better than to expect sleep by now.

And then finally, sweet slumber.


~Sam