The Least Fun Kind of All-Nighter

As previously mentioned, I had to get an EEG several weeks ago to check that my brainbox was functioning properly.  (Surprisingly, it is.)  EEG stands for electroencephalogram, which comes from the Latin words electra, "electrodes", cephalum, "stuck to your head", and gramus, "with a paste that makes your hair stiff and gross".  It eavesdrops on your brainwaves to make sure that there aren't any irregularities.  And you have to stay up all night beforehand if you are over the age of seven, because you need to be sleep-deprived while the test is done.  Being sleep-deprived makes the irregularities more prominent.

While reading the info sheet on how to prepare for the EEG, I couldn't help but think, "I'm so glad that I'm not the mother of an eight-year-old child who needs an EEG."  So there's always a silver lining.  At least I'm old enough to stay up all night on my own.  I drew a lot of cartoons to keep myself awake--roughly one every hour.

Mercifully, I had my appointment soon thereafter.  And as soon as I got back to my dorm, I leaped into the seductive embrace of Morpheus.