Burning the Midnight Oil

Poor dear Twilight, all those late nights of obsessive studying must doubtless do a number on you. And before anyone thinks to mention it, yes I realize the pages are blank, but feel free to credit that either to the fact that it was one of the books the parasprites got to, or that perhaps it's actually a blank journal and Twilight is now agonizing over what she should be writing. Or we can just go with the fact that I was in a hurry to finish the piece and might admittedly have forgotten all about adding text, but you know... whatever works.