He was falling asleep again. I snapped my fingers in front of his face, and quickly he began to focus.
"Hey," I said to my roommate, "Stay awake. You're supposed to be helping me study for my essay."
He did promise to help, but I bet he was regretting the decision at this late hour. I sighed as I took a few more notes. At least I was going to write a killer essay for anatomy class.
"What do you think of the title: How Long Can A Human Stay Conscious While Getting Their Organs Removed?" I asked.
His eyes began to roll back.
"You're right. Too obvious."