To be too tired to think straight, I feel pretty damn good about life

I started the fucking Shakespeare paper about 10:00 last night. I finished it (11 pages and change, not counting the works cited) at 11:00 this morning. If I do say so myself, that was a pretty impressive bit of writing. I knew I could do it, so now I've spent the morning patting myself on the back--not too hard, mind you--if I were to knock myself down, I don't think I would have the energy to get back up. I'm currently running on a 4 pack of energy drinks, and I'm completely fucking wired. All I need now is about half a pack of cigarettes, but unfortunately, I'm currently on campus and I don't smoke here. Don't want to ruin my image as the fucking golden child.

So I'm waiting to do a course evaluation at 2:00 and then a presentation at 3:00. That would probably give me enough time to take a nap, but then I would be dead to the world. At least I've got one paper done--not well done--but done nevertheless.