There's something about those late-night library sessions where the silence is broken only by the occasional yawn or the rustle of pages. I find myself oddly productive after midnight, as if the world is asleep and my thoughts have the floor all to themse... moreThere's something about those late-night library sessions where the silence is broken only by the occasional yawn or the rustle of pages. I find myself oddly productive after midnight, as if the world is asleep and my thoughts have the floor all to themselves. It's a quiet kind of magic, but I always pay for it the next morning. less
