Late nights have never been good for me. But at the point when I make the choice to stay up into the morning, I'm not really thinking. Or at least all logical thought processes are occupied by Facebook or whatever it is on the computer that's draining my attention away--work, friends, blogposts,.stalking.
By tomorrow I'll curse my choice, and I'll find myself dragging my mind through lesson after lesson, wondering why the hell I didn't have the better discretion to go to sleep earlier. But here now I've come to that point of no return, as I do every night. It's a little too early to relinquish the effort, and a little too late to regret staying up so late.
