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Today I vegetated on top of the packing boxes that are now obscuring our living floor, watching the sun rise and contemplating how it was the second to last time I would ever be able to vegetate on my roommates’ boxes, until I was finally serenaded by a symphony of alarms telling me it was time to go to bed. And now I am going to bed. I am going to wake up obscenely late and bleary-eyed, and silently panic while puttering about uselessly for a few hours before going out at night and bragging about the all-nighter that I will intend to pull but will replace with the better alternative of passing out on the boxes again.