Coffee and Cigarettes

I am tired. Really, really tired. My attitude, energy, and life force are crawling away from me in an exiguous fashion. My throat hurts and I can barely walk. I feel old and my back aches. I've only been back in Salem for so long and already more has happened than I was ready for. I wouldn't change it for the world.
On Monday my friends and I drove around three hours to Vermont trying to get to Maine. We pulled across that state border, ate Pizza Chef and drove home. We left Quechee, Vermont around 8 o'clock, and arrived in Salem, MA less than two hours later. We needed beer and the stores were closing; we made it.
That very Monday I had an essay due, but obviously I was not able to complete/start it on time. I got up at 7:50 in the am, planned on spending all day Tuesday going to class and writing that paper; neither happened. Early in the evening I planned on pulling an all nighter, which I did. I didn't start the essay until 6 o'clock in the morning, and took about an hour long break at 7. I wrote it until class at 11. I got out of class and finished the essay. I printed it out and handed it in. Then, I went to my new backpacking class. It seems really rad and one of my friends decided to join in with me.
I've been up for 31 hours and am running on nothing but pure will. It's a beautiful day out, and I can only wait to see what the night will bring. I love all my friends.