confessions of a sleep-deprived student

isn't it funny that students discover a whole new appreciation for sleep once exam period starts?
it's particularly funny for me because each term, I chastize (sp?) myself for being a retard and finishing things up last minute (thank God I've gotten rid of the habit of writing things the day before they're due...I've moved on to editing on the night before), and yet I commit these academic sins again and again.

Due to the influx of excruciatingly long papers, I have discovered the ability to function on a couple of hours sleep. However, I can only run on this type of pattern for so long...on Sunday, I just collapsed in sheer exhaustion. And disgust. Of my own writing. But alas, it is over temporarily and I get a few days rest (which means more studying! I actually don't mind that for a change...). I have fallen in love all over again...with sleep. I cherish the moments before I nod off where I get the chance to reflect a little, and to pray - thinking upon the day's events and whether they've been meaningful. I also cherish those few seconds as I wake up, when for a moment, my mind is completely blank and without memory of pain or joy. it's just this neutral place in time where I can just "be".

Anyways. Off to school. Toodles!