I got this feeling that it's later than it seems

Really, it's earlier than it seems, due to the fact that I've been working for a few hours and my body seems to believe that it's around midnight and it's only 9:48. This may be a long night. I can't focus on this one thing that will wrap my week up into a nice little package. Something about writing this paper is giving me severe mental fatigue - perhaps it's not the paper itself but the fact that it comes at the end of such a heinous week.
This afternoon when I was walking to class, it was raining and otherwise remarkably quiet. As I walked, the only noise to make it's mark in my ears was the sound of my feet, hitting the ground with each step. A nice sort of thwacking thunking sound. I feel as though I've seen this campus drenched in rain far more frequently than I ever did last year, and it makes me wish that it would just get cold so that instead of rain we could have snow. For some reason, this year I cannot wait for snow. I want to sit at my window, next to my heater, drink hot chocolate, and stare out at the courtyard covered in white powder.
I'm glad to be rid of this stressful week, and approach next week in hopes that it will be if not easy, much less stress-heavy. I cannot wait until tomorrow afternoon when I have time to do what I want - whether that's sleep or finally putting some things up in my room or whatever it is. I'll probably do some more cleaning, since that seems to calm me down a little bit. When I'm stressed, it's the only thing I have very much control over.