Dead of Night

When one stays up late, a sort of milling about takes place, often featuring frequent shuffles to the kitchen and futile fridge glances, as if something delicious will suddenly appear inside.

The night goes on, however. You always find yourself in some kind of zen: a zen of productivity or a zen of procrastination.

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