Stayed up all night so as to complete the written take home exam for Theater History. Wrote five short essays in record time, one for each of five plays:

• A Streetcar Named Desire
• The Importance of Being Earnest
• Trifles
• Angels in America
• M. Butterfly

*we also read A Rasin in the Sun, which I think is worth mentioning.

Worked all night in the table in the kitchen. Eyelids were impossibly heavy at around midnight. Almost gave up and went to bed at two, but persisted. Made tea at like four-thirty or five, and then watched the sun come up through the kitchen windows.

Submitted a thick pdf at ten fifteen in the morning, while the sun was streaming in from the east. Proceeded to close my laptop with a thump and collapse in a heap in the chair.

That was, uh – that was a twelve hour sprint. I am so tired.

Tomorrow marks another revolution around the sun. To celebrate, I’m going to take the rest of this day that’s happening now to just stop, and rest, and maybe recharge a little. I’ll curl up in bed under a big comforter and re-watch old episodes of the Umbrella Academy, and serve up however much ice cream can reasonably be expected to stay balanced on the spoon without crumbling into the sea, and then there’s that book I’ve been meaning to finish…

Tomorrow is for writing that last paper, and then I am through. It’ll come together in the end.