At times I feel that I am always on the verge of another pointless all-nighter. I am no longer acting out of necessity. I just can't work well at any other time. Now, in the darkness, the campus is dead, and I am buzzing on coffee, coke, and skittles while writing my papers and reading my books. The laundry room is empty and I leave my laundry running in the free dryer for hours on end in my forgetfulness. I have to get off of this schedule and work towards normalcy and a better work ethic, but why do I argue myself so quickly out of something that I enjoy. I like it when the world disappears and I can work. I am too busy with so many things and I am missing out on studying what I want to. That is why I carve out these chunks of time from one o'clock to seven in the morning where I am not bothered and the world is quiet. I sit back with a cup of coffee and read the night away.
I am so unhealthy.
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