Certified fan

It is 24 minutes past 1. My roommates are soundly sleeping. The corridor is quiet, save for the hurried footsteps I hear occasionally. I should've drifted off to sleep hours ago, if not for the looming MBB 142 exam this Thursday. But though sleepless and exhausted I may be, I feel like an indefatigable fan, feeding my amazement of the Author of life Himself.