Revisions are done. I'd gone home around 11, putzed around the dorm, talked to folks, and went to bed around midnight. Completely unable to sleep. Possessed suddenly by a desire to work on my thesis. God Almighty. So I got out of bed, threw on shoes and a jacket over my pjs, and headed back to the library, where I've worked consistently until this moment. When it is done.
I was even able to handle the fact that Sketchy Guy was at the desk next to me, and had apparently borrowed one of my pencils for the evening (as he told me when he returned it). Hot damn, I'm sayin.