Completely Lost In The Sauce or: How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love All-Nighters

Hello motherfuckers. That's right. This is gonna be one of *those* posts. Y'know the ones, the story posts from that friend that makes you message them out of concern, the kind of post that ends with a picture of a felony in-progress. I haven't been up to anything quite that colorful. I've been busy not sleeping (as the title suggests) and playing my favorite little roguelike, The Binding of Isaac. I've been grinding out unlocks and achievements and have completely lost all sense of time. The body is not responding nicely to my extreme sleeping schedule. I ache, I pain, I nap and awaken dehydrated; I struggle to sleep at a reasonable time even when I promise "this will be the night". It's a vicious cycle, and I am in the eye of this storm. At least I have no obligations to anything except my Snapchat streaks. 

This is quite the first impression, but I am not interested in giving a fuck. I will hopefully be trying to sleep tonight. Here I am, laying in my bed, trying to write, Northernlion on in the background. I am at the peak of idealized self-care oriented relaxation. I feel the sudden need to take a shower or maybe a bath. You realize as you get older how much of a privilege baths are. Showers are more efficient, use less water, are for the high-functioning adults of the world. Baths allow for relaxation. They allow for peace and comfort in a moving world. Just typing about them is making me want to run one. I'll leave this story here. Love your body and treat your mind well, and remember where you came from. It's easy to forget.

Signing off,

-Rockport

Update: A terrible discovery has been made (or rather, rediscovered). Our bathtub has no drain plug. It has been broken for months. Bathing is a non-option, unless I decide to rough it with an unsanctioned plug. I may have to. It may break me. I could just take a nice steamy shower and it would have a similar effect. It's a convincing thought, but I must stay focused. Believe in me, or don't; your spite will only make me stronger. Away I go again.