After 26 hours awake I finished my last two finals I returned home, cancelled my evening plans and went to bed. I woke up later to a dark house to a baby crying. If you’ve ever woken up in a house with nothing but the sound of rain and a crying baby it’s like waking up in a Stanley Kubrick film. A 1/2 second later my brother and his friends were heard. Apparently the kid wailed his head on a coffee table. Oddly, I’ve gotten used to waking to sound of a women being stabbed (red fox cry), soon I’ll be able to sleep through anything but the panegyrics of a syphilitic hobo midget. Hot cha!