The last all-nighter?

It is 5:48 and I have just typed the final period of my penultimate essay of this term. I compared the use of verbs in Langston Hughes's "Harlem" to the lack of verbs in Ezra Pound's "In a Station of the Metro." So what? Well... the reason I had to pull an all-nighter (apart from the fact that I'm a master procrastinator) is that I couldn't get Lou Reed out of my head. Yesterday at 9 pm, when the essay was in its first page, I couldn't concentrate because "it's so cold in Alaska, it's so cold in Alaska" wouldn't stop ringing in my ears. So I grabbed my guitar and spent about an hour figuring out how to play it. Then, out of the goodness of my heart, I decided not to annoy the neighbors and resumed my writing. But as I was halfway through the second page (at around , 1 am), I was hit by some "Pale blue eeeeyes" on an incessant loop. Damn you Nico.