this is the sort of thing that keeps me up. I owe $XXK in student loans? doesn't keep me up. my teeth are going to rot and fall out of my head if I don't get my ass to a dentist? doesn't keep me up. this is my eighth year in grad school and my welcome is about worn out? doesn't keep me up. I will likely live in government-subsidized housing when I am old? doesn't keep me up. high cholesterol? doesn't keep me up. lifelong depression? doesn't keep me up.
but so as a result I can only just barely think now and I have a whole day ahead of me in which to ponder metaphors and metonymies and infinities but really I want to go home and nap.
maybe I should.