Cigarettes and marketing plans

[Demeter]

It's getting late. The blood-red display of my alarm clock reads a daunting 11:18. I've been at this thing for the last 13 hours. Tactical plans, marketing strategies, environmental analyses... It feels like Philip Cotler got stuck inside my head with a can of spraypaint and suddenly discovered his mischievous streak.

What's worse is that my eyes are tired, and I'm out of coffee. Another few hours to go, unfortunately.

But after a while it all starts to calm down. Everyone goes to bed. The house quiets down. Sia Furler plays in Winamp on repeat.

The warm glow of the monitor provides a comforting solace on nights like these. Like a warm blanket, almost. Thoughts wander, and focus is lost on nights like these.

My bed calls out to me, but I don't listen. Instead I write and surf and browse SF. It's strange how now it's back and it feels like I've finally found a long-lost friend again. I like this place.

Hope you're all doing well.

 

[faustian bargain]

get back to work!

 

[Edward Appleby]

There is a kind of peace, an oasis that you reach working late enough. Just before Christmas I finished an paper on semiconductors for APChem at 2:30 AM, but the combination of the pot of coffee I'd drunk earlier, the relief of having completed the thing, and the stillness of the night made me stay up another hour just listening to music, despite the fact that I had to be at school at 8:00 that morning.

I swear, I have some of my most beautiful and lucid moments late at night.

 

[Demeter]

Ed, it's an amazing feeling isn't it? Last night I finished at around 5 in the morning. I didn't really want to go to bed.

I certainly felt it today, though!

 

[Edward Appleby]

Originally Posted by meaculpa

Ed, it's an amazing feeling isn't it? Last night I finished at around 5 in the morning. I didn't really want to go to bed.

I certainly felt it today, though!
Rather like going on a bender in that way.