It felt like it took an eternity for the party to wind down--and another eternity for Byzantine to stop talking my ear off and send me home. But eventually, I made it back to my apartment.
The bed awaited. After ages without a good night's rest, I was weighed down with crushing sleep debt, exhausted beyond belief. I threw myself down on the mattress without taking off my shoes or anything else, dying for unconsciousness. If only I could get some rest, maybe I'd be able to think things through in the morning.
But wouldn't you know it, I couldn't fall asleep. My muscles ached, my eyes burned, I kept yawning again and again...but my mind wouldn't stop racing. I couldn't stop obsessing about what I'd learned from the laptop, and what it meant.
I couldn't stop wondering what the hell I
