I spend an unhealthy amount of time with my new best friend, the Night Out [called in some circles as the All Nighter].

There is a routine to the night-out.
First, until 10 or so, is the urge to procrastinate, to distract oneself with every possible distraction.
Then, from post-12 until early morning, there is the frantic spurt of work.
Then the exhilaration at how much you've completed, adulterated with periodic or constant waves of exhaustion.
Then the calm doing of work, the energy having run dry. From a sprint to a stroll.
Then the completion of the work.
Then the inability to sleep because your body has learned better than to expect sleep by now.

And then finally, sweet slumber.


~Sam

The post-work peace.

It's 3:30 am (or was, anyway, when I wrote this, except my stupid phone refused to publish the post). The stars are beautiful tonight. I just finished a bunch (or whatever it's called) of work, and I have three days until the next bunch of work begins.

I've decided I like having nailpolish on my toenails. 

I've also decided that I like long, long-due showers.

Goodnight stars.

~Sam