"All Nighter"

The sky turns purple as I write.

It wasn't a real all nighter. I came here to the Honor's Suite at 9, Kathleen, Ingrid and Katie joined me at 11, and I fell asleep at two. I slept on the couch, dreaming of postmodernism and paper structures until five, and then Kathleen left. 

Now I'm left alone, with an unwritten paper and warm mcdonald's coke.

Luckily, I DID do research, it's just a matter of turning it into a paper now, which over the years, I HAVE grown pretty good at. 

Thus begins the next three days of self abuse, with the hope and dream that come Thursday, everything will be done, and I can wake up on the morning of the anniversary of my birth, and greet my 23rd year with an unburdened mind. 

This is the end, my friends.