Oh my. I know the feeling, my brother and cousin stayed up to two, I ended up writing till 7 and then I went to have breakfast... Slept from 10 pm till 3 pm. 17 hours!
These were autumn mornings, the time of year when kings of old went forth to conquest; and I, never stirring from my little corner in Calcutta, would let my mind wander over the whole world. — Rabindranath Tagore, The Cabuliwallah
