Having reached the point in the semester at which my head feels like its going to explode, I've recently picked up an old habit from high school which summer had done its best to crush. Insomnia is a noun which describes the inability to obtain sufficient sleep, and difficulty in falling or staying asleep; sleeplessness. The insomniac's affliction, however; is not necessarily applicable to my sleeping habits. I love sleep, I sleep whenever possible and appropriate and sometimes even when it's not possible or appropriate; my problem is that it is impossible for me to fall asleep at any time that I have the tiniest worry on my brain. Having these two divergent problems-one which requires me to sleep and the other which refuses to allow sleeping-I devised a plan during my junior year to provide some cohesion between my issues. One of the rules of baking is that you must be attentive to the food inside the oven: the perfect stimulant for a fatigued worrier.  In the event that you are awake at this time, you may find me in the kitchen of Mabee Two fretting over Chapters 8, 9, 12, 13, and 14, although I'm sure you'd be more interested in the still-warm chocolate chip cookies.


Heather