Keeping this short, as I have an exam tomorrow and there’s a little catching up to do. There’s a good reason for this time crunch, though: inspiration has kept me awake. My friends and I have been brainstorming on an idea so cool that I don’t want to talk about it yet, but you’ll know it when you see it.

I’m also deeply in love with a woman who lives five hours in the future, and these days I find it extremely difficult to get to bed on time rather than just waiting for her to wake up so I can effusively express my undying loyalty before passing out from exhaustion. Let’s just say I now understand why love was considered a kind of madness during the dark ages.

It’s funny, though: inspiration can actually have a physiological effect. No matter how exhausted I am, I will somehow always find the energy to brainstorm if the idea has merit. I’ll end up pacing around the room, gesticulating wildly and getting totally amped, as though the ideas themselves were caffeinated.

And when I’m talking to my love? I bet I could go sleepless for days.