So, basically I didn't sleep at all, all night, which was probably not good.  I've been working on this awful term paper for almost fourteen hours straight, with a couple of TV breaks last evening between eight and ten (lasting about an hour total), a break to blog about it at 1:30 a.m., a break to work on my urban design paper at around 3 a.m., and a coffee break about 20 minutes ago.  What have I accomplished in that elevenish hours that have been dedicated to the term paper?  About five hundred words…out of the thousand I needed to write….  What's really hysterical is I'm not even angry or frustrated or depressed or feeling an urge to burst into tears, which is normally the reaction this would have induced from me about three hours ago.  I am still completely determined to slog through and finish the blasted thing.  Even though I don't know what I'm going to put in the two pages I have to fill up before I have to leave the house in two and a half hours.  I have absolutely no idea at all.  Maybe I'm still sort of emotionally stable because I know that for once this is not all my fault for being a moron and procrastinating.  It isn't my fault, so logically/fairly speaking, I can't suffer consequences for my bad judgment.  Hm.  I have no idea if that's true (it probably isn't) but that's probably how my subconscious is keeping me alive and focused on this right now.  I am really, really going to regret having stayed up to finish this vitally important paper by the time I hit humanities class at two this afternoon.  I might have to go on a caffeine marathon all day, which I've never even done.  I am really grateful my exam is poli-sci 101 and not 201 today.  I'm working very hard not to be pessimistic about it.  My goodness, I wonder how much of this post is even relatively sane.  College is not my friend right now.  I hope too much of this post isn't redundant with the post I wrote five and a half hours ago when it was quiet and gloomy and I was wondering if I could get away with running the espresso maker at whatever-wee-hour-of-the-morning 15 feet away from my parents' bedroom door.  (I decided not to try.  I was feeling astonishingly lucid all night, considering how exhausted I have every right to be.)