I think that this point I can officially declare that I have just pulled my first true all-nighter since May 15, 1998, when I put off writing an 18-page paper in Spanish until midnight of the due date. And when I say true all-nighter, I mean one after which I did not have the opportunity to sleep until the actual following night, which will indeed be true today.
Now, however, I am writing in English. I think. And I am nowhere near done. And I used the last of the coffee yesterday. But at least my cat is totally fucking adorable. Stick a fork in me.
