for some reason i want to record my thoughts at this unusually late hour...

...i've been working on my islam presentation since i returned home at 9....3 hours later, i decide to stop and finish the 2nd insignifcant half tomorrow first block or whatever...

for some reason i seem to feed off of this beyond fatigue mood....my eyelids are heavy and i'm tired, but i have the urge to keep going... possibly i will continue late-night homework throughout the week in order to finish everything- i can crash on the weekend, and possibly skip a day in the middle of the week to catch up.

maybe this wasn't such a good idea, my thoughts aren't particularily interesting- actually, they haven't been particularily interesting in awhile....is it because my life is filled with insignifcant things- the focus of my life is my tasks and activities...i always write about my homework load and how i'm going to manage it (and my procrastination) where is the fun?

inpromptue poem-thing

fatigue closes in,
surrounding my very being
somehow i resist
my brain moves with ease

sleep beckons
i know i will have to give in
yet insomnia plagues me
willing me to stay awake

but if i give in to sleep,
will i wake up tomorrow?
yes, but i will repeat the cycle
only to be in this same position tomorrow
faced again with insomnia