Beverages: Coffee.

Late nights and lack of sleep builds up over time. It was too late for me at this point.

'5 minutes' soon turns into '20 minutes', leading into the next day. It's so easy to put things off until the last minute- to procrastinate until you realize you will barely have enough time to get half of whatever-it-is done, let alone finish it.

The worst part of it all: no matter how many times one experiences this, they never really learn.

Which leads us to my current situation…a calm panic. Now, I know that is a bit confusing. It's an oxymoron, no? Well, allow me to explain.

The panic is explainable. If I don't finish this, whatever-it-is, then I will be killed tomorrow. Not literally, but you get the point.

The calmness comes from 2 things, really.

One- Even if I manage to work my way through all of this, whatever-it-is, it will still be messy and it won't represent my full potential. Also, panicking will only be a waste of my precious, precious time- something I can't afford to waste.

Two- I have my good friend Coffee here to make sure I stay awake through all of this.

You wouldn't believe how many times I've fallen asleep pulling an all-nighter to finish something at the last minute. I know, I know, I really shouldn't be putting it off so much, but it's so difficult working ahead of time. Zero motivation and zero work ethic. That's me, folks.

So here I am, dying over a something, my 6th cup of coffee sitting innocently on the corner of my crowded work desk. My whatever-it-is is sitting in front of me, barely touched. I glanced at the clock to my left.

5:46 AM

My eyes widened, I gulped down the scalding hot coffee, and scrambled to finish my whatever-it-is.

14 minutes until it's due.

My roommate brings over another cup, used to the routine.

I gulp it down in seconds, regretting it, but having no time to act on the regret.

8 minutes.

Scribble scribble scribble scribble…

3 minutes.

"Finished!" I shouted to the world, grabbing my things and running out the door, energized by my 8th cup of pure energy.

By the end of the day, as much as I wished to collapse and sleep forever, I realized I had a something-or-another due for the next day. I sat down on the living room couch, pondering. Should I begin now?

Looking at the clock, I saw that it was only 4:00 PM. I had enough time, no? A nap couldn't hurt…I fell over, catching up on my much needed sleep while my roommate began brewing more coffee.

I totally had enough time…


An idea that came to me when I realized I will probably be like this soon-

but without the coffee. coffee makes me sleepy. -w-