12 a.m. This is not working out as planned.
12:01 a.m. You toss aside earlier goals; the new goal is to wind this thing up as soon as possible or at least by daybreak.
12:05 a.m. You put on your go-to attire: comfortable and able to absorb sweat and other bodily fluids.
12:30 a.m. It’d be easier to focus if the space around you wasn’t so cluttered.
1 a.m. Prep books you don’t have the energy to read needle you.
1:10 a.m. A little bit of alcohol wouldn’t go amiss, but you don’t dare.
3 a.m. If only you could get some sleep, this might actually come together.
3:15 a.m. Bleary-eyed and desperate, you call your mother. She doesn’t answer.
3:20 a.m. The support group you joined doesn’t respond to your texts; it’s just you and your endurance.
3:30 a.m. You swig down an extra-large tea or coffee; you can’t tell the difference anymore.
3:45 a.m. Uh-oh, you don’t have time to go to the bathroom.
4–4:30 a.m. Lots of crying, and wondering about your life choices.
4:35 a.m. A big part of you regrets not hiring a no-nonsense handler to pull it off.
5:30 a.m. You give yourself a Hamlet-worthy pep talk.
6 a.m. You don’t remember much of last night but the sunrise is beautiful.
Putting your newborn down for bed: 12 a.m. – 6 a.m.
Finishing college paper: 12 a.m. – 6 a.m.