Life is a Cabaret

I am so tired. Pretty much all day I have wanted nothing more than to just go back to sleep. Right now I'm having difficulty staying awake, even though it's not even ten yet and I never go to bed this early.

I wish my body would stop anticipating itself. Whenever I have to be up at a particular time, my body wakes me up at least an hour too early. I mean, it's nice that I pretty much can't oversleep, but when I'm already having difficulty sleeping, waking up too early totally does not help.

What also does not help is writing boring papers. I am writing my paper that's due on Monday--I'm three pages in and the minimum is five. But I'm trying to summarize a book and I'm so tired and it's bloody boring and I just want it to be over. I could stop now, since I still have several more days before it's due, but then I'd just feel guilty for not doing as much as I could right now. And since papers unfortunately don't magically write themselves, me wanting this paper to be over means that I have to do it myself, and really, the sooner I get it over with, the better I'll feel.

I just want to go to sleeeeeep...

*snoozes*

ETA: Hah, finished! The minimum is five pages and I did exactly that, but this was just a rough draft and my teacher is going to be poking at it so it might very well grow. But that will just be editing, not me having to write another five pages. Win!