We’ll sleep when we’re dead

Puffy-eyed and greasy-haired, a McGill student emerges into the crisp morning air after a night spent holed up in the library. The half-semester’s worth of lectures they just watched were tedious, but, with the help of 1.5X accelerated audio-visual speed, they were preferable to a biweekly trek to Leacock 132. The caffeine pills are beginning to wear off, so they start to head home for a pre-quiz nap. Almost reaching the Milton gates, the student remembers their term paper due next week. Perhaps, they realize, it might be a good idea to plan on another all-nighter tonight.