Sleeping with the lights on

I always feel bad about sleeping with the lights on. I have this strange neurotic feeling come over me about saving that extra 2 seconds of electricity. I pulled a bit of an all-nighter and now it's 6:55am, however i slept for about 2 hours or so. I can't wait till this is over, it's like that nighter before presentation day just before a project is due, but for a month and a half- EVERYDAY (bar Sundays of course).

Deadline is today before 6pm, and Mr. Red Postbox up the road will keep his mouth open until the postman comes to collect the goods. What a loyal friend he has been to me.

Tonight, err, i mean last night, i went to Institute (or "the institute" as some like to call it like some type of mental institution). I was looking at all the stuff on the board our well prepared teacher had put up there and sure enough, i kept seeing bounding boxes around objects he had drawn. I kept wanting to resize them with an imaginary cursor, pull the little nodes that only i could see and make them fit onto the page the way i imagined. Perhaps i have been doing this for too long.

In other parts of Sarah-land, I see Hero kicking a ball into the air on the lush grass, far away from a computer screen, sms 'pleasantries' and overlooking a beautiful sparkling sea (perhaps a Mediterranean sea i might add). He says to me "take it easy and have some fun".

To that i say "Yea. It is expedient that i turn the lights off, that i may not fear, and wherefore that i may obtain sleep."