The human psyche is a wonderfully scary abstract. At the drop of a pin, one can move from extreme euphoria to rage. When the mind is under the effects of drugs, the changes are swifter and more pronounced. In a state of physical unawareness and drug abuse one can lose control of his/her emotions and cease to be humane. They become sub-human.
When one neglects to sleep, eat, or do any of the necessary functions, they can enter a state of moodiness and uncontrolled mindsets. They become sub-human. The lack of sleep one can enact on his/hes own body does as much damage as the same person abusing medications or narcotics.
Last night, I was up until 1 o'clock finishing my paper. I had refused my body sleep. I had entered the state of unbeing. I was sub-human. I could not control my emotions, and I had become ill with the idea of writing another paper. I blogged about how I hate English.
Okay, English. I apologize. There was no call for an outlash upon the scholarly principle of being able to communicate through intricate stories and twisted dialouge. I don't really hate English, although I am a science guy. Not Bill Nye. But I more so just refute having to write another paper. I wish this would be over, and I would have my degree. Oh that would be the day.
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