It's 6:26 am and here I am again, just finishing up a paper that's due in three hours, going on no sleep, and there won't be any tonight, since I have to leave in about 90 minutes. I am surviving by the grace of two pots of coffee with a third to come.
Why do I punish myself like this? I've done it every single semester since my sophomore year in college, with almost every paper I write. I didn't even start the bulk of the research on this one until late last night. That might even beat the time I wrote that big naval history paper in three days while doing all the research on the fly!
I guess I like living on the edge. The Sleepless Wonder rides again!