Patterns

I was up horribly early this morning and was almost ready to crash by early evening, but then proceeded to stay up just as late as I usually do. For some reason, the thought of going to bed early triggers some serious kinda despair. As far as I can tell, on some level I think going to sleep is an admission that I've got nothing better to do, and therefore that my life is empty. With that kind of thinking going on, I'm not sure how I manage to sleep at all...somehow around 1 or so it becomes okay to go to bed, but why that's clock-related and not time-spent-awake related I don't know.

I ran around and got a lot done today, but it seems like my list of things to do is even longer now than it was before. A lot of people weren't in their offices when they should've been, which is no doubt a sign that I should've tried to see them before finals week. Yay further reasons to beat myself up even when I do get things accomplished. But how can I relax when I still haven't accomplished anywhere near enough of the things I need to?

Elevation

Yesterday, when I rode the elevator in Evans hall, I noticed a row of stickers high above the door that said "I TOOK THE STAIRS."

There appeared to be smaller text underneath saying something about a National Get-More-Exercise Day or something, so evidently it wasn't some kind of elevator boycott, but whatever it was...the person who put them there obviously hadn't taken the stairs, had they? There were enough of them and in a hard-enough-to-reach location that there's no way someone just reached a quick arm in and stuck them there--they'd have to have stood in the elevator for a good minute at least. So either they were in fact riding the elevator or they had a compatriot hold the door open, thereby keeping everyone else from using the elevator--which last, come to think of it, might indeed have been a rather heavy-handed attempt to enforce this get-more-exercise thing.

So, guerilla personal-trainer tactics, or merely deliberate irony through conscious self-contradiction? Or worse, plain and simple unconscious self-contradiction?

(Wow. Instead of parentheses, this seems to be an Entry Full of Hyphens.)