Sleep? Sleep is for sissies!

We don't need no stinkin' sleep!

OMG, I once again yanked the poor, abused, metaphorical bunny out of the hat, finessing the equivalent of three weeks' worth of reading and writing in about 16 hours of sustained effort. Usually the procrastination is caused by my stupid adolescent psychology; this time I actually had circumstances that made it very hard to get anything done at all.

But I tell you: I am too damned old for this all-nighter crap. I am running on fumes right now, and worried that I've undone all the good antibiotic action that's pushed back my illness in the last couple of days.

Oh, and I've got to squirt out another quickie (ooo, that sounds nasty) in time for my Theology class tomorrow. Wheeeeee!

Oy.