Why

It's 0627 hours in the morning.
And I'm staring at my computer.
With a horrible nausea lurking at the pits of my stomach.
And a overwhelming urge to just collapse on my inviting bed.

But I cannot.
For I need to stay focussed and finish this essay.

Why, oh why, do I always INSIST on inflicting such torture on myself...!

I have no answer to that.