And when it is this late into the nightthe speed of your brain is about 50% as the information that you want to process suddenly eats itself up, and all you can think about are the leftovers from its lovely meal. When it is this late into the night, your head feels heavy, your eyelids are like lead, and your hands feel like they are 10 miles away from you. When it is this late into the night, your eyes stare straight and bore a hole in its vicinity, your mouth stays open and a slight dribble appears at the side. When it is this late into the night, nothing productive can happen, yet everything needs to happen.So when it is this late into the night, you surf randomly, wasting the precious time that you need to fulfill your duties, your responsibilities. You listen to old music, music that made your heart what it is right now. And sometimes, a small tear comes to your eye as you remember all the past that was attached to the songs. But you have to erased that now. You have a test that needs to be studied, design work long overdue. The pressure is immense, but when it is this late into the night, everything feels lightweight, and the gnawing feeling in your stomach quietens into a low growl until it whimpers and disappears into the night. Yet when it is this late into the night, you need to force yourself to do the deed. You need to make sure that the sacrifice of your sleep is worth it, for your body is screaming at you for torturing them. Your brain feels like mush, and suddenly you feel dizzy, and nausea engulfs you. The music burns into your ears, the vibrations meaning nothing, and a yawn overpowers every single molecule in your body. You. Can. Not. Think. Anymore. You tell yourself that. When it is this late into the night, suddenly inspiration will strike you. You will accomplish wonders, solve unsolvable problems, dream up fantastic fantasies that at that single moment seemed plausible and achievable. The epiphany strikes you as something of commonplace, and you feel like a prophet sent from above to spread the Voice. You suddenly have no fear, your muscles are tensed up, and for the first time in the night, you are wide awake, typing furiously, clicking constantly, and nodding your head in fervent approval at the masterpiece that you are finally drawing up. Suddenly it is not late into the night, but early into the morning. And fatigue is your best friend. It cuddles you in its embrace, and slowly moves you towards the beauty that you call your bed. Suddenly, there are angels surrounding you, willing you to sleep. Yet you know you cannot, for if you do, all your good work will go undone. There is a meeting to be attended in an hour's time, a test to do in 2 hours, and another meeting in 3. Yet, the temptation is complete, it is inevitable, it is uncontrollable, it is total. You face up to the futility of your struggle, and you are rewarded with the best sleep of your life. And when you wake, you are given the world's disaster on your shoulders. Ten times over. Justin ranted at 3:31:00 am on the |