It might be five in the morning, but in the city, it's never really dark.

The dangerous part of the essay process is always any part that requires me to use a computer. I burn a lot of time on computers. Well, I supppose I burn a lot of time when not on one as well - I am a master at getting lost in a thought - but it's always worse here. It's easy to be lulled into contentment and distraction by something shiny and new. Or spider solitaire. Curse you spider solitaire.

Back to it, with my draft formed and only the writing to go! Once my introduction is done, I will go for a walk (Twenty-four hour Dominion ftw!), pick up some protein and carbs and enjoy the meal my body is gently reminding me it would rather like to consume. It seems to want fish flesh and it deserves a coddling, since I am treating it so badly tonight. I wonder if there will be any of those potato wedges that are so delicious. Probably not at six in the morning, but it would be nifty.

Second all-nighter succesfully completed

It's eight am. I still got a lot of writing to do and I am crashing hard. Something about the sun coming up, I'd be willing to bet. My body clock could be fooled so long as it was still dark out. The closest I ever got to bed was to change into my pyjama bottoms (the skirt was distracting), which I went out and did my shopping in a few hours ago. The fellow at the store assumed I'd slept. I was amused, but I did not bother to correct his incorrect assumtion.

I... need to stop making my body ache (a few days should do it) and grind the rest of this out (two or three hours should do it). Because I know I will not function at all today if I don't get a few hours sleep in and I have a Carreer and Counselling thing to keep, a production meeting and in theory, class, but I do not expect to be terribly coherent for that part of the day no matter how you slice it. Thankfully, I have a gorgeous and talented notetaker to help fill any gaping holes I will surely find in my notes.

And watch me ramble when I should be writing my paper. Oy.


Edit - 9:30 am God freaking damnit! The damned computer overheated and I had to leave it alone to cool down. Now my train of thought and ten am deadline are both shot. At least I didn't lose anything. Word wins for having automatic back-ups.