I Don't Think Of It As A Late Night...
I am just getting up really, really early.
Okay, the facts. English class: 9:30 AM Monday morning. Due: a rough draft of an essay. Completed: Nothing so far. Time: 4:30 AM on a Monday morning / extended Sunday night. Estimated hours of sleep for tonight: 0.
I have a feeling I overloaded myself this quarter. Two highly intensive math classes (Calculus and Physics) and a writing intensive English class on boring subjects (I already took the sci-fi class, but American 50s isn't my favorite genre.) I also have a midterm sometime this week too... hmm, funny, they were always called "tests" in high school and now the evil work is "midterm". Uhg.
And it's not like I procrastinated on this essay. Actually, I... uh, let's see, I.... uh, it'll come to me... okay, so I did procrastinate. Shoot me now.
Now for some fast, loud music, a closed BZP Internet browser, and a bottle of water, and I'll see if I can come up with anything in the next five hours.
On a side note, I have ideas for the next chapter of Many Adventures, but I'm kinda fearful to write it after the reaction to the low quality of the last chapter. First of all, I need to find time, but whenever I do I just don't feel in the mood to write. Alternatively, I have two or three other stories I want to rewrite after the "stolen laptop" incident. But, lo, English essays come first.
PRORASTINATION! Send in bomber squad immediately! Maybe I should get back to the essay now...
VROOOOOOOOOOOOMMM.... BANG!
KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
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