Realization: It's a quarter after six in the morning. I've been up all damn night crocheting for my thrice-bedamned art project.

It's still maybe barely half-finished. I have all the purple and all the light green and half the dark blue left to do.

I just pulled a fucking all-nighter on an art project that's due at 2pm tomorrow, and hopefully I'll manage to wake up and finish it in time...

Because I don't really think I can stay awake.

I mean, I had conversation for a while.

And then some music.

And then Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back.

And Run Lola Run.

But I don't think I could stay awake during Moulin Rouge or Fellowship of the Ring, although if I did I'd be up in time for Psych...

As it is... I'm fucked. That's all. And it's not the fun kind.