god's got a sick sense of humor

There comes a time in the course of a night when the summer sun is just barely turning the sky light and the dewpoint has come and gone again. When the day is just starting to get underway and the world is seriously considering getting up to make something of it.

There comes that time when the girl who is watching the sunrise (with a Diet Coke in one hand and a menthol in the other) realizes that class is in less than four hours and she has yet to sleep or finish the lab report due that day; and she thinks to herself -- "Fuck this for a lark" -- and pulls out the rum.

That time is now. That day is today.