sleepless in san beda

i am half sedated out of drinking 3cups of coffee last night. we are again in the process of producing a darn school paper and as i sit in this uberly slow bedanet and type this i have got my eyes half wide shut. its that time of the month again where sleeping is not an option and where one hour in the bathroom isnt enought to clean yourself from the filth of overnight presswork.

dont get me wrong, i love what i am doing, but this is the part of it where i have to learn the meaning of hate.

indeed, it pays being a journalist, and it pays filthily. at one in morning humor disappears, at two in the morning grammar disappears, at three in the morning sensibility disappears and at four, motor skills disappear.