1) I officially started my homework at midnight.
2) It is now almost 3:30 in the morning.
3) I wake up at six.
4) My mobile on Dracula (yes, I have the same project as aznsamiam, mioknight, matty, and a slew of others) is currently dismembered; I need to figure out how to put this blasted thing together.
5) My 40-minute essay has not yet been begun, and, to be frank, I do not plan to do so. It will simply be a day late.
6) I still need to iron my dress clothes for tomorrow (we're distributing the newspaper, so we need to look spiffy) and make my lunch.
7) It appears I'm going to pull an all-nighter, as it's almost four in the morning, and I realized that I need to do my 40-minute essay after all. Tomorrow night is Open House, and Mrs. Sassaman and my parents will undoubtedly have the following conversation if I don't turn that ruddy essay a little more than three-and-a-half hours from now:

My stepmother Caprice (she's always the instigator): Has Eric been keeping up with all of his work in your class?
Mrs. Sassaman: Well, he neglected to turn in his 40-minute essay this morning, and it appears he did that entire mobile last night, although it was assigned before Spring Break.
C: Actually, he didn't go to sleep at all last night.
S: You don't say. Perhaps that is why he almost fell asleep in my class.
C (preparing scathing lectures for when she sees me at home): Oh, did he? I'll need to speak with him about that later.
S: Please do.

8) I desperately need sleep, but it looks as though I'm going without once again. Just what I need: to be running on fumes from 7:45 a.m. to, oh, 8:30 p.m., perhaps? Hooray.

p.s. Amusingly enough, when I use Mrs. Sassaman's name in an essay and spell-check it, the first option it offers (because it thinks I'm ignorant) is assassin. Coincidence? I think not.

[Exit Orpheum.]

[Edit: an update.]