4 a.m.

I woke up in the middle of the night, sweat dripping off of me.

The whirring of two fans rotating next to my bed was really bothering me, so I turned them on low instead of high (it's summer but it was late enough at night that it didn't feel like summer anymore).

Then the stressing began.

I began going over in my mind a scene in my novel that I haven't been able to nail down.

Thus begins my thesis semester.