It happened again.

Thankfully it wasn't as bad this time. I sat down around ten after a nice nap and shower to study for modern algebra. I'm enjoying myself for the most part because things are starting to make real sense and I feel prepared. I chat with a classmate, explaining some things and thereby understanding them all the better because I must explain it over AIM. Ten minutes later I look up from my book, notes, and scattered homework to the realization that it is now well past one in the morning.

Jane fights off mathematics with a sword forged from a deep literary tradition.
I have one also. I gave mine to my own mathematic demigod. It uses a quill.
It graffities my perception.