i wanna sleep

i am sitting in class doing everything humanly possible to stay awake. yadda yadda, business this, business that. i have almost chewed through my lip trying to fight the inevitable. why do they make these chairs so comfortable, and these rooms a balmy 73 degrees? every time i try to steal a little shut-eye, my head snaps back so hard it amazes me it is still attached. i thought writing something might help remedy my drowsiness but i think that its getting worse. each finger-stoke feels like...well something extremely difficult. i am so tired i cannot even come up with suitable analogies. perhaps, i will post more later, or maybe not.