Exhaustion

I am so so tired, but must stagger ever onward. 

Just one more, just one more. 

This time tomorrow I will be well and truly finished. In fact, in about 18 hrs. 

This time tomorrow I imagine I'll be asleep. God, sleep, I remember sleep. I'm not allowed sleep. I really want sleep. 

I need sleep. But I need to revise more. 

I know this. But try telling that to my eyelids.