Dulce locura

I like to complain -- today especially I have really liked complaining about the fact that I didn't start my English midterm paper until the night before it was due, when I was already burnt out by an editing assignment I also completed for tomorrow. But I forget that I really like staying up late. My room gets this wonderful vibe late at night, i've got a soft yellow light wrapped around my shoulders, Spanish music on a little too loud, a candle burning, and the waves intermittently crashing outside during pauses in the music. I'm fairly interested in my topic, excited about how my intro turned out, and just awake enough to finish the other half of it tonight.