I pulled my first all-nighter last night...nope, not studying but chatting with Joy. I still can't believe it myself.

We started at around 10ish at night, with Joyce too, just chatting about many things. Joyce left us around 2ish, and I remember thinking, "I should go to bed soon too," but there was something so sweet and nostalgic about it all which reminded me of our high school and college days--staying up late and talking about anything and everything--that I just couldn't resist staying a little longer. A little longer soon turned into a few more hours and pretty soon the light outside of the window changed from darkness to bright sunshine.

My first reaction was, I am crazy. Seriously.

Yet on second thought (according to my sleep-deprived rationalization): I know I whine about not being done with grad school and wanting to move on with my life, but it's moments like these when I am so thankful for being in this student life stage and having the freedom to enjoy nights like this past one, just being able to chat the night away with a girlfriend.

Amazingly, I haven't crashed yet. My body feels a little tired, like jetlagged, but my mind is pretty lucid. Byron tells me that it means I sleep too much and too well normally.