To sleep perchance to dream

It's 1:30 AM on Fri night / Sat morning and what am I doing?

First, let me tell you what I'm not doing. I'm not out hanging with my peeps - I haven't been dancing in forever. I'm not sleeping. And I'm not spending time with T.

What I am doing is typing my paper (OK, so not at this exact moment, but you get the idea). Why am I doing this when I could, at the very least, be sleeping? Because I promised T that I would have my paper done by tomorrow evening so that we could spend time together, without the pressure of my paper. Because I love her and this is important to her and for us.

Am I tired? Oh yeah. Am I gonna make it? Not so sure... No, scratch that, I know that I'll make it, but will I be awake when I'm done?

Sunshine

*I have no idea if the quote in my title is correct, but I think y'all get the idea. I'm dog-ass tired. And my bed is compfy, if a little small yet overspacious. That's the idea.