. . . and yes, I am still awake. Maybe not wide awake, but awake enough.
I'm writing a paper and this is my study break.
There was a group of us in the living room for a little while. It was just my roommates and I, having a study party.
Only my roommates went to bed about two-and-a-half hours ago.
But I'm not alone.
I have my music, and I run around the kitchen every thirty minutes or so.
And I have peanut butter and chocolate. (Don't judge; it keeps me awake.)
And I have my papers and books scattered around the floor.
And I have my pride. There is something just a bit cool about pulling an all-nighter. (Okay, I'm crazy. I admit that. But it's 2:37 in the morning.) I've never done one before, except for that time I read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows all night, refusing to go to sleep because then my sister would have taken the book from me.
But this is a kind of co-ed pride. I mean, every college student pulls an all-nighter at least once, right?
. . . and I'm still up, writing this paper.
And realizing that I want to change my entire focus. This should be fun.
On a happier note, I'm autumn makes me deliriously happy. I had a Marianne Dashwood moment today . . . I have a passion for dead leaves.
So, yes, I am drunk on autumn. . . . or maybe just drunk on lack of sleep.
Time to go back to my paper.