Paper Writing.

At 2:30 a.m. I awoke from a nighttime nap to begin a paper, due in seven hours.

At 3:45 a.m. I deleted the two pages completed of the projected three page paper on the account of writing on the wrong topic.

At 4:20 a.m. I finished Paper Version II.

Pursuing a higher education has only furthered my confidence in turning a small chunk of information into a lengthy, shallowly scholarly paper.  It's unfair, the stuff I get away with.  It worries me.  There is an impending justice, or vengeance depending who's side you are on, waiting to rightfully punish me for all of the A's and 100%'s I've gotten away with.  

Which which I've gotten away.

I have a linguistics test to take this Thursday.  This could very well be the descent my last minute A grades have been leading up to:  a big finale, so-long scholarship.