The Finite

I’m trying fitfully to sleep when I decide to go get some water and a snack. Unfortunately my crackers were soaked in water. That’s another lesson to me for being so clumsy with my glass. Also, at this point, I notice the basement is flooded. I immediately run to my computer and pull the cord from the wall. Then I start texting for help.

The water is about three inches deep on our property and is overflowing over the foundation wall into the wading pool of the living room. I immediately spot the primary source of the leak our basement door, three feet belowgrade and leading to a cement stairwell to the surface. The door has bowed inward under what must be a crap-ton of water and is leaking through the seam in a very foreboding Rapture-esque manner. I give it a push to try to seal it up tighter; Nature interprets this as a kick in the balls (As in: “Bitch, you think you can stand in my way? You dust, fool.”) and the door jamb immediately gives and the door swings open, hitting me in the forehead and knocking me down and also letting water freely cascade into the room raising the water level quickly from three to eight inches.

As it should be shared that our basement is also full of cabinets of food, I immediately rush the try to evacuate them. First thing I grabbed was fish sauce. After getting all of the boxes to higher shelving, I noticed that the salt and sugar bags were ruined. (Mom would later save the top halves of all the sugar bags because “they didn’t get wet.”) In addition the bags of dry noodles were now noodles and I resigned them to their fate.

Four hours of bailing, towel-wringing, and help from relatives was necessary before the basement was only wet in the sense that when you stepped on a tile water would bubble up from below it.

I am eternally grateful that most of the furniture down there is crap anyway, and the carpet was ditched long ago. There is still the issue of the power brick moistness that I’m hoping a bucket of rice can solve. Then again, what can’t rice do?

I’m coming down after almost two all-nighters in a row. Hell, I’m still coming down off the whole week.

Tuesday, the first exam was at 10AM and another that evening sometime, I don’t even remember anymore. I stayed up really late because I couldn’t sleep though. I may have overdone that 10:30PM coffee. Anyways, I end up laying awake and only get three hours of sleep before my psych exam that morning. After getting intimate with a can of Monster, I was there for my exam. Sort of. Maybe not completely on a metaphysical plane.

I knew that I would have to catch a nap to be ready for my Tuesday night Pathophysiology exam. So I tried to catch a nap. I was dragging pretty hard by then. So I slammed into my bed. And laid for two hours. But my heart rate was still a little at Bruckheimer levels. So I went to a strange place instead.

This kind of stuff probably happens everytime I sleep. But I usually don’t remember it. Dreams, many, many dreams in succession.
NPH on a football field; How I met your mother, cause it’s Barney; Now it’s halftime; a graveyard with a train ride; Night time; Spurlock’s; Neon; Lafayette. Cheerleaders, treasure chest, sandbar; punched in the face; Predator; roofing; Amazon jungle; stormtroopers, but oddly no Darth Vader. And I think Michael Jackson was in there somewhere on the graveyard train.

I got up and immediately asked Dylan when it was because I had had 20 adventures/hour for two hours. Dylan later told me I told him things I don’t remember telling him.

And the end of the morning (Wednesday’s), I got my A’s. After that exam on Tuesday night, and that other exam on Wednesday morning.

After my last full night’s sleep on Wednesday night, it was a straight shot through to Friday morning’s Physical Chem exam. I don’t believe “Crib sheets” is a universal term, but every physics and statistics class I’ve had has let me bring a sheet with anything I want written on it. Same goes for Stat 503 and PChem. Therefore, for the first time, time spent compiling as much tiny writing I could onto a single piece of paper was the best possible use of the evening. One long--ass evening. All the way to Friday morning. Where the 3 exams in 24 hours began.

*Montage wherein Tommy sits at a table in the Purdue Student Government this song plays.

And then lastly there was Pharmaceutics, this one on Saturday morning bright and early. At least the library lights were bright. The weather looked like crap. Library lights were the brightest thing to me laying on the floor of the Undergraduate library next to a grey sky-filled window. And it was damned early. Me and another pre-medder; our coffee consumption outpaced only by our neuroticism. (BTW, my spell-checker claims that neuroticism is a typo and suggests “eroticism”. Heheh, maybe… naw.)

And yeah, pwned it. Skimmed by with an A by just two questions. On the topic of amphipathic helix bundling, I only have this song in response.