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i've been up for an hour and a half, procrastinating as usual. this essay, this fucking essay that is technically due today. will i actually start? will i bother? i went through all the stress of that petition and the waiting, and the knowing that i deserved a better grade, but really - do i? i can't even write a friggin' research essay on the subject!

it's hot in here. amazing how the sun can be nowhere on this side of the world, but the residual heat from the day still makes you sweat. even with a cool breeze, even in a t-shirt and boxers.

an "environmental educator" said on the morning news show that 90% of a light bulb's energy is heat. so i wasn't crazy when i would turn off a lamp because it was making me hot.

i drank coffee, took a decongestant, waited until this last minute. will it be enough to pull inspiration out of me? or will i end up playing "spider solitaire" as i did after last night's attempt at an all-nighter?

i don't think most people would be able to play solitaire with an actual deck of cards. hand one to the office slacker and see what happens.

hand one to me.