The wrong side of a sunrise

Haiku, part two:

Hours drain away

Morning comes like a gunshot

I'm still not finished.

With surprising force,

Mountain Dew number seven

finally hits home.

I solemnly swear:

Never again will I slack!

I mean it this time.

No need to refrigerate!

My favorite part is the skull in the background. 

Myself, arch-traitor to myself

In honor of my first all-nighter so far this fall, I took a break from the due-in-seven-hours mania to pen this precious bit of haiku goodness:

Easy Cheese on Ritz
Impeded by shaking hands ...
No more Dew this night.

Brownie points to anyone who knows where the title of this post came from. It seemed particularly appropriate, given the situation.