I hate the thought of working into the wee hours of night...but for some strange reason, I love looking out the window and seeing that it's dawn, and knowing that I've worked through the whole night. That doesn't really make sense, but I just love the feeling that I get when I see a pale blue sky outside and the birds starting to call. I'm not even tired right now, which is weird.

I started writing my research paper at 7pm, finished at around 5am, then worked on the timeline. I'm pretty much done, but I'll go back in a few hours and re-read my essay, edit, and make little adjustments on the timeline.

Research paper. [CHECK]
Study for American Art History next.
Reading notes due Wednesday.

I guess it's time for sleep now.

Good morning!