I'm about to fall over.

No, really.

The world is moving and I'm not. This might have to do with the all-nighter I just pulled in order to "perfect" a paper that I'm probably going to get a see on anyway. oh, I mean C.

1 a.m.
draft three. At least I'm starting with draft three, right? Ya, right. Now I have no thesis statement. Every time I sit down to write this stupid thing I think of something else relevant, or interesting to talk about.

2 a.m.
Who the hell writes about demons? I mean, really. An eight page paper on the demon characters of the Ramayana. What's worse, I've realized their all fixated three-year olds that just need a spanking. However, I just can't come right out and say this, Rama is, after all, the defender of dharma and knows what he's doing.

2:39 a.m.
I have an epiphany about my life... and it reduces me to tears. The same thing happens every year, I write a big paper, I get frustrated with a big paper, and then I bemoan the fact that I'm in love with a gay man/wasting my time trying to save a sinking ship/ Sing-song-y I'm gonna spend my whole life alone!. Whatever. My stability is a laughable concept right now.

3:15 a.m.

Screaming: A Perfect Sonnet Manic Street Preachers and The Sugarcubes. Okay, back to work.

3:20 a.m.

Using the chalk board in the student gov't office I outline my paper. I do an old show choir rountine to Call Me Al. I start to write my paper.

4:30 a.m.
Apple Juice Break

6:30 a.m.
We realize how long we've been working on this. And, I say we because I have a roommate who is in the same situation, and we're keeping each other up.
7:30 a.m.
Done. And in time for my roomie to go to work. You should feel for her, because she's only gotten around seven hours of sleep all week. She's decided to never take two lab classes in the same semester again. (She was up printing Monday and Tuesday).

8 a.m.
I give up and just go to bed.
10:30 a.m.
I can't stand it anymore, and get out of bed to print my silly paper.

I log on and start noding. Class is in a hour, and it makes me nervous. But, it's one of my last three classes of the year (and it's my last class in this department) So, I will be free, FREE! in a matter of hours.