It’s 7:39 am

and i’m almost through with a night of essay writing. I started at around 3:30 am after folding some laundry and cleaning my room a bit. I now have 2,369 words and i need about a few more hundred to wrap up this rhetorical analysis paper. as i stayed up last night and this morning, it felt almost nostalgic to have reached this stage of procrastination again; i felt the usual symptoms of eyes going from puffy to pried open through sheer will power, my back feeling weaker, and the hint of existentialist thoughts as i spent the night nearly alone (i had friends over. something about having company always makes me feel more comfortable). the usual conversations with friends through oovoo/skype/aim/etc just made the experience all the more nostalgic. it seems almost effortless now - the fact that people can gain so much time just from not sleeping is almost appealing to me. regardless, skipping sleep is an ability that i’m glad that i’ve acquired through the past few years of school. anyways, off to finish my essay!