Charting purposeful sleeplessness
There may be no greater joy than shaking one’s ass to shitty booty drop music in underwear while writing a paper due within the next 12 hours.
2 AM UPDATE: I definitely just licked Sriracha off of the library’s copy of Erich Fromm’s Concept of Man.
3 AM UPDATE: I downloaded Jay-Z’s The Black Album, and the line “If you’re feeling like a pimp/Go ahead and brush your shoulders off/Ladies are pimps too/Go ahead and brush your shoulders off” is so wonderfully reminiscent of M.I.A.’s “A hustler is the female version of a hustler” line that I am convinced she also loves Jay-Z’s early shit.
4 AM UPDATE: I am getting way too distracted by Mézaros’ analysis of Rousseau’s concept of alienation. I swear I saw the sky getting pink on the edges and am feeling a small amount of despair. I want cake.
5 AM UPDATE: The weird thing about reading Marx with only the smallest bit of context is that you never learn the first name of those he critiques. Apparently, Feuerbach’s first name is Ludwig.