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Today's Attitude: [Wiped Out]

I'm too Old for All-nighters

Well, it's done! I did all of the final grading for all 8 classes over the past 24 hours - and submitted my grades. I started grading at about 6PM on Monday, May 31 (yes, memorial day), and worked straight through to 6PM, June 1. This effort of mine at the age of 30 even puts to shame my tradition of waking up at 5AM and writing a Lit-Trad paper stem to stern before 5PM and running like I was going to die if I didn't get to Braniff in time, and slipping it under the prof's door with a secretary's stamp.

When it was all done, my hands were shaking and I kept talking slowly. I also kept stressing - my subconscious mind just could not get it that I was done. The mental calus from pounding my mind away on calculations and red-marks for 24 hours left a lasting impression. I was happy that Vanilla-flavored Vodka releived me of my occupation with the stress.

My question today is, Why can't I do this with stuff I care about, normally? Why do I have to procrastinate until I am "under the gun" to exhibit extended jolts of what might almost qualify as super-human dedication? Please help me with this! I'm worn out and must, now, catch a plane to Vermont to see GTA's grandmother's funeral. Is this what Bruce Banner was looking for? or Will I experience a Jekyll/Hyde complex if I attempt to follow up? Just curious.