Late Night

I spent the whole night typing frantically at the kitchen table. In the morning I've a presentation in front of my favourite lecturer, in front of my whole seminar group. The person I was supposed to be presenting with never replied to my messages (story of my life) and I'm now working alone.
I worked myself silly this evening, preparing the handout, writing and re-writing sentences so that they wrote themselves in whisps of memory over my brain. But I'm excited. I'm really excited about it.
I feel like I have something to say that is worth listening to. Like I might almost be worth taking notice of.

P.S. Lauren stole my camera.