4:28 AM here in Iowa. One of our neighbors had a going away party that lasted till two in the morning. I stuck around until 10-ish, but went home cause I got bored.
Currently, I'm completely turned off by the thought of sleeping because I've been reading and rereading these fanfictions for the past few nights that set something off in me. It's the wording, I think, that makes it feel like I'm deprecating if I fall asleep. I want to replicate the style, but whatever I scrounge up is an insult in and of itself. I'm more than happy to stay up for such a wondrous piece.
__________________
"There's a strange sort of quiet when you're dying. It's as if you're in a glass room, and the walls keep getting thicker and thicker." ~Gabrielle Zevin
|