Bleary Eyed

~Bleary Eyed

Monday, July 26, 2004
Sleep - those little slices of death, how I loathe them.  ~Edgar Allen Poe 
Someone viewing my life these last 4 nights would most likely gather that this quirky little sentiment by Poe is the motto that I live by.  My mantra, if you will.  Monday morning at the clinic, fuzzy headed, slightly incoherent, but quite content at the products of my sleeplessness. 
Our little group decided that it was time to experience the Hki nightlife and we did.  Thursday-sunday we hit the centre and came home in the wee hours of the morning.  We saw strange and bizarre sites throughout our evenings. Dance halls of marble and columns with 80s music playing and an atmosphere reminiscent of our jr. high school dances, drunken finns and lots of broken glassware, we sang karaoke at the fornix, watched the sunrise as we walked to friend´s flat in senate square at 4 am, greeted the early morning traffic at 6am as we took our hour long walk down the middle of the road on the tram tracks from the centre to the fornix, and irritated a stout barmaid who banged glasses and stomped around us in an effort to chase us out of her soon closing pub.  As a group, we have never laughed more or bonded more. it´s as if the realization that this week would most likely be the last week we would be a group has suddenly hit us all between the eyes.  For when and where else could our group consisting of 2 slovaks, 2 frenchies, 4 spaniards, a malaysian, a filipino, a canadian, an austrian, 4 finns, a russian, and an english girl ever get together again for a game of ping pong or a trip to the movies?  We have 5 days left together and I am sure they will be good ones.   
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