We'd stay up until close, surviving off of vendor machine snacks and naps.
My eyelids would feel like a thousand pounds.
I'd feel like I'd throw up at any moment.
And I'd have a headache that started from the back and crept its way to my temples.
That was usually the cue to go home.
That feeling is back again. I'm not complaining. I'm just saying that it's back again.
I'm actually taking it as a good sign.
I'm actually taking it as a good sign.
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