I've been up for about, I'd say, 27 and a half hours now. Not a whole lot- certainly not the longest I've ever been awake, yet time feels like it's going so slow. Maybe it's because I want to sleep so very much, or because it just feels like there's not a whole lot to do at the moment, but I'm just staring at that clock.

I'd read more of White Night, but I'm seriously tired enough that I can't really focus on reading. I don't see this working out too well. I tried to read a little bit earlier, actually; before I got my coffee. I was no more or less tired than I am now, and I was falling asleep. No good. No good at all...

Also, as per usual, because I am tired, I am very reactant; I'm being more of a dick than usual. This doesn't bother me as much as it reasonably should. Just three and a half hours (give or take) to go. Hooray!