I can't sleep.

So much coffee yesterday I made myself sick. Nausea.

Changing everything = Stress. Stress + 5 cups of coffee = 3 hours of sleep.

I have a mock exam tomorrow. Today, I mean.

There's an article in The New Yorker magazine from last week about L.A.'s mayor, Antonio Villaraigosa. He talks about self actualization, about picturing yourself being successful and letting that image show you the way from A to B. It's not really his name (Villaraigosa); he was born Antonio Villar. He combined his last name and his wife's last name to create Villaraigosa. An invention.

I picture myself in a white coat but the image is fuzzy. Where am I headed?

Fuck. I wish I were headed to four more hours of sleep.