Fighting the post-summer blues, I sit on my desk and try to aim for a remote semblance to studying. Strangely, even with the ten chapters and hundred transcriptions I have yet to read, there is a distinctive lack of urgency which has always been there before, propelling me to cram every bit of scientific fact into the limited space of my cerebral cortex. Slowly, I struggle against the powerful charms of Morpheus, who has been trying to drag me into the sweet bliss of dreamless sleep where students like me find solace from the horrors of piled-up work that we continually but futilely try to escape. Because of this, caffeine has become my salvation, and with it at my side (or in my system) I get the work done. Only now, my trust worthy coffee has failed in keeping me focused...

With valor, I toil, but the talons of the sleep god are long, and each one of them is sinking deep into my being, dragging me to oblivion. Seeing that resistance is useless, I finally succumb and rest my mind. There is a slight feeling of guilt shimmering at the edge of my awareness, but still no urgency. So I guess I'll wait, and in the mean time I'll be drifting on towards REM*...