there comes a point in a given nighttime when it is no longer feasible to be productive on the task at hand.
at 5:23am, i think i have reached that point.
i've been writing since 11pm. i don't think i can coherently write anything else, but my class is at 8. bad things will happen if i decide to go to bed now.
i had vivid dreams last night for the first time in a long time. i feel like i was actually doing something and participating in life while i was asleep, which was very odd when i awoke.
now i am just writing here to avoid revising my fucking essay.