The GHA Up-All-Night Journal
Or
Down the Descending Spiral, Part II: The Sequel

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12:00 AM: And so it begins. My stream of consciousness seems to be flowing well; I was able to repeat myself quite coherently earlier. The Roommate Game is in its early stages, while Capture the Flag is going on outside. Grace is forcing me to play some stupid game… it actually could be quite fun. The results will be in soon. Sleep is only on the fringes of my mind right now, but I can feel it creeping up on me. So far, so good. -BS

12:30 AM: OK, I’ve had about three hours of sleep in the past 48 hours and there is no rest for the wicked in sight. The GHA Night of the Devil has begun. The roommate game is about to wrap up and capture the flag is going strong. Have any of those movies started yet? It is so hot that I am currently drinking Mt. Dew Code Red for two reasons: one, to stay awake and two, for hydration. Oh crap, caffeine dehydrates the body. I will spend the next hour hydrating my body with the musings of Mike Burr’s mysterious mind.
-Robbie

12:43 AM: Bret is stupid. He started this stupid thing. We just finished playing MASH… I love that game no matter how stupid it is. It’s the stuff of life—very important. Bret is rushing me and flailing his feet around. Meredith just touched them…poor Meredith! I love Meredith! Bret just sneezed 3 times, not covering his mouth. Yuckers. I’m gonna go upstairs to get pretty-fied soon, or at least turn off my curling iron before the place burns down. Okay, this is long and boring—
-Grace

(time unknown)
I’m sweating like a pig in here. I want to sleep. But there are words. And Esperanto. A pizza. Why are the Runts staring at me? I’m a rat in a cage! Don’t put your hands in the cage! The beard will eat you! Okay. Breathe in. Breathe out. Back to reality. How about a haiku. Good for sanity...

Look at my cool beard

It keeps me safe from bad things

Like sweaty stink kids

(I’m not buying it. I’m through the looking glass here. I’m gonna end up like Martin Sheen in Apocalypse Now.)

I’m gonna tackle Jeff. If I’m goin’ down I’m takin’ the Republicans with me. Naked monkey bang! Ahh! A blow for the righteous.

Bret made eye contact with me. He thinks I’m having fun with a journal. He doesn’t know this is revolution. And when the revolution happens, he’ll be my lieutenant. Lieutenant Salmons! Bring me three stout men to work the bellows.

Esperanto. Esperanto. All I hear is Esperanto and the scratch of my pen. Catherine says she wants my computer. But it’s going to be harder than that to shut me up. I’ve got the pen. The haiku pen.

I miss goatee man

He’s gone back now to Wheeling

Follet where are you?

(Pathos… seventh stage of weirdness. Happens right before midnight pizza.)

Or handing off the paper to my assistant Bret.

-Mike Burr

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