A revelation was made into the extent to which the human body can go in order to satisfy its basest urges.

The venue: A classroom not far, far away..
The victims: Yours truly and his roommate

After a night of watching arbitrary crap on the computer which serves no purpose other than to reduce the unfortunate subjects to sleep-walking zombies during the day, me and my roommate hit our first class for the day: at 9 AM. The lecturer is not taking the class, he just sits among the students while one of us conducts a seminar. Today being the day of unfortunate justices, he chooses the empty spot on the bench, beside us. But does the stimulus of a teacher sitting next to us prevent us from recapturing the lost experiences of sleep? Not at all... he was the first to get caught, me having used him at the time to hide my sleep-craving self from the teacher's eyes. He was told to wash his face, and coming back, the betrayer decides to take me down with him by sitting in the other corner of the classroom. There is no one between me and the lecturer. Does that stop me? Really... be serious

In my laughing classsmates' words, I dozed my way to heavenly glory while he managed to keep himself up for the hour by laughing at the precious sight and trying to simili my incessant nodding to harmonic functions, and the quick-return mechanism of a mechanical crank. The honourable person seated next to me, was thankfully oblivious to his knocked out neighbour, and intently listening to the seminar.

More adventures await me in the coming days, I'm sure, but I wonder why danger is my companion after a good night's sleeplessness