Sleepless in Campus.

As I'm writing this, I'm sitting on the floor, in a corner of a study area at the library annex, on the 4th floor, at 12.15 AM.

Surprisingly, the large room's quite stuffed with students.

Must be the end of the semester.

Yes, it's going to be the first time of perhaps many countless library sleepover in my life as a grad student here. I got a paper to turn in on Friday, so I'm pulling an all-nighter for tonight. Lots o' stuff to do, lot o' things to finish. My stomach demanded some stuffing, but considering the time, I don't think anyone's open at this time o' night. Except Taco Bell, but it would be a bit of a walk. And for safety reasons I'd rather not go there at this time of night. Remembering those emails I got from the university about news of after-midnight assaults on the streets, I thought up a better way to look for sumtin' to eat, so I headed to the vending machines building next door. To my dismay, none of the machines accepted my card, and my pocket's short of dollar bills at the time. Lucky me, further rummaging inside my pockets revealed precisely eight quarters, just enough to get me a cinnamon pastry and a bottle of lemon iced tea. "You're going to be my dinner for tonight," I said. I heard sweet meals are good for energy.

I don't feel any yawns coming up yet, so that must be a good sign.

Oookaay... back to work.