Sunday night I pulled an all-nighter for Monday, when, on an hour of sleep and little food, I moved most things out of my unlovable Brookside house and into my stuffy attic room in Midtown. Exhaustedly fell asleep around midnight to awake half an hour late, and did not make it to my 1 credit-hour swimming class (for which I'm allowed 2 unexcused
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