In the midst of chaos I find myself. Sitting at the dining room while everyone's asleep. Dirty, gritty disco beats just loud enough block out the world. The cars outside. The dogs barking. The trees. I was doing my assignment in my own personal mind disco.

So I worked, worked and worked. Made a mistakes, had to redo everything. I yelled in frustration to whoever could hear me. And then I continued to work, work and work.

And when you're so caught up in what has become your own personal hell, you don't realise how focused you are. Your to-do list grows steadily shorter and your CRITICAL folder fills up with finished assignments. And when you're done with one piece of work you realise...

"Hey... That's it."

Nothing more to do. I looked at the clock and midnight came only 9 minutes ago. That left me with about 6 hours to sleep. 6 hours of lack of consciousness. If that's what death felt like, it sure as hell can't be all that bad.

The dining room, lit only by my Macbook's screen was what I imagined Hell to look like.

My bedroom...

Now that... was Heaven.

Goodnight Friends. And if you're still up slaving away with your TV Production Scripts, good luck!