Short on sleep, long on incomplete sentences

Slept for maybe four hours total over the night. Exhausted, still writing, had a nightmare that won't leave me alone. My room is freezing. All I want is a shower and to crawl into bed and not get up. C'est la vie. Once I'm done with another few pages of writing, I'll get the shower and the sleep. Might not leave til tomorrow. I need to clean still, and to pack. I don't know...