Turned in 26 rewritten pages of narrative at 5 a.m., and since I had to check a box that allows the professor to check the internet for original sources of material, I reverted all of my recent CNF posts to draft.
Mr. PNU is asleep next to me. This is becoming familiar territory. He's a doll. I am going to lay here next to him and stare at his lovely face until either he wakes up, or I finally give in to sleep.