It’s official. I just passed that great rite of passage—the all-nighter. Given my narcoleptic tendencies, I thought it was impossible. In all truth, my efforts were probably unnecessary. Not that I shouldn’t have procrastinated; I actually left myself plenty of time to finish my work. But I really do have a horrible problem of falling asleep at the worst times. When I finally gave in and drank my first Red Bull, resting all of my hopes of homework completion on its magic elixir, I was asleep 20 minutes later.
