i am usually in bed. asleep and dreaming of my next paper. tonight is different. i must stay awake for at least an hour and half and pump out this second draft for editing/polishing tomorrow morning before my essay is due in the afternoon.
my partner reminded me that the brain begins to consume itself after so many hours of lost sleep. and i responded with a laugh and “i will stay up only to eleven.” now i am thinking eleven thirty is best for an actual opportunity to put something nice together.
midnight at the latest.