Procrastination Station

It is miserably early in the morning. I shouldn't be tired -- shouldn't feel like my head is a melting ball of rubber dripping down the side of my body -- because I slept all day today. In my bid to become nocturnal, I've stayed awake the last two nights.

I miss the sun.

I can't help but snicker at myself (largely because I've entered the hysterical portion of exhaustion), because I do this to myself every quarter without fail. No matter how on-the-ball I am throughout the quarter, finals week is Procrastination Station.

(Procrastination Station -- What kind of station would that be? All the passengers putting off waiting?)

Inevitably I pull an all-nighter (or two) and end up blogging incoherently because at least when I'm blogging I look like I'm working hard (we must keep up appearances for the other early-morning-library-dwellers).

But I must look on the bright side (caffeine would certainly help in that endeavor): only one more set of finals in my undergraduate career.

...If I make it through this set ....

And now, an image for my amusement: