So once again my desire for sleep completely messes with my need to get work done. I went to bed at 3 am, setting my alarm for 5. It went off. I set it for 7 or so. It went off. I set it for 10, woke up at 9:30, and am now kicking myself for not getting up when I said I was going to. Sleep is good, but finished papers are so much better.

The new plan is just to work a lot until the English picnic, which I will hit up for dinner, then come back and work some more. Since the paper is due tomorrow, the anxiety is starting to set in, which is oddly useful.