By this point, the morning has given up all hope. The bed sheets are a tangled mess of blankets and sweat-dampened sheets, a testament to the frenetic energy that once coursed through these veins. The room is a disaster zone, with coffee cups and crumpled papers scattered about like autumn leaves. It's time to surrender, admit defeat, and accept the inevitable: Phase 2, The Caffeine Coma.
Phase 2: The Cringe Phase 2: The Sob Story Phase 2: The Cataclysmic Caffeine Fueled Meltdown