I think I'm getting old.

Pulling all-nighters are getting harder and harder. Spent the night at Lyd's place yesterday, hoping and praying I would be able to finish everything.

But by 4-5am, even watching Dante in Devil May Cry was not keeping us up anymore. You know things are bad when hot anime dudes don't have our attention. I had a splitting headache, my stomach hurt, and I could barely keep my eyes open. I couldn't sit still because the moment I stop moving, I'd fall asleep. At some point, I think I started blabbering just to keep myself awake, and I have no idea what I was talking about. I was just talking and Lyd sat there looking at me, most likely thinking "What in the name of the Lord's pants is this woman rambling on about?".
If I wasn't me, I'd be wondering the same thing.
Unfortunately, I am me, and I'm weird.

In 6 hours' time, I will be up for exactly 76 hours, minus the 2 hours nap I managed to sneak in this morning. I think I've given up on doing a good job. I just want to finish the job. And Sketch-up kills me. It takes a while to get used to. And the furnitures don't usually go where I want them to. One accidental click, and everything goes out of place.