Hi, my name is Emily, and I'm a chronic procrastinator.
I put off so many things until the last minute.
I read twenty chapters of Huckleberry Finn last night because I was so behind. I didn't move for three hours.
I'm giving a speech on my birthday that I haven't written yet.
I need to memorize my lines for a show.
And I'm sitting here, at 12:45 AM, writing a five page US History paper that's due tomorrow. I started five hours ago.
Yet I seem to function the best during these wee hours. I do my greatest work. I can't tell you how many times that I've written poetry at two AM. I wrote something in fifteen minutes after midnight recently; it got accepted to our lit mag, won awards, and was better than anything I've written in three years.
I suppose I am a nyctophiliac.
Does anyone else function this way?
How late do you wander into the night?