Was it the end - the end that kept you up til morning?

I can't seem to focus on any one thing right now. I'm sitting here, in the learning centre, attempting to write my paper since it's due tomorrow, but my thoughts are all over the place. I think it's basically because I actually finally understand what these poems are saying, and now I'm actually thinking about it. Who would've thought that would be a problem.

I wrote another song. Once I get this essay completely out of the way, and I have time to spare, I'm going to pick up my guitar, learn the chords I have in my head, and write this thing. I have a lot of faith that this will be a good one. And with that in mind, I'll hopefully be able to start writing good songs again, since everything I've written has seemingly gone to shit. We'll see.

Okay, time to get back to focusing. I don't want to have to sleep through another philosophy class.