what is sleep?
what are clean clothes?
what is this dinner at a reasonable evening hour?
who are friends?
Life is so much more fun when your eyes feel so tired they might fall out of their sockets, and you really couldn't care less how wild your hair is in public, and you don't mind that you have little bits of clay splattered on your clothes and in your hair and on your arms... and your friends...are the ones who hide in your book bag...?
what is there to complain about?
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