A consistent theme, as of late, has been myself scouring the depths of night to complete my work, or even to start my work. There’s just something alluring, and oddly addictive, about the night, like that curry dinner you know you shouldn’t eat, but you eat it anyway, and then an hour later you’re writhing on the ground thinking,
“Well, it’s not like I didn’t see that coming.”
That’s what constantly staying up late is like. I know it’s bad for me, I know I’ll pay the price, but I do it anyway. Why? Well, the internet basically beckons me over, singing,
“♫ Let me show you the world ♫”
“♫ Reddit, Facebook, and YouTube ♫”
I’m disappointed in you if you didn’t get that reference. But it is kind of cool being up late. I feel like Tom Hanks in Cast Away. I don’t know what my “Wilson” would be. Maybe my “The Usual Suspects” poster? Maybe my dining hall sandwich wrappings? We’ll see. That’s for Future Evan to deal with. Geez, that guy sure is going to be stressed. Although, he has become a superhero by this point. Super Evan, wielding the ability to defuse awkward situations, a superpower sought after by all.