Suave Spanish

For some reason it is at 5:30am in Fondren when I am kind-of-sort-of BS-ing my way through my second Spanish paper that my Spanish sounds really good. This is the second time it has happened. Maybe it's because I'm so tired that my brain forces itself to think in its regular good ol' English and then automatically translates from there? I guess otherwise/usually I am trying too hard/get too flustered about what I'm trying to say that it really just doesn't come out. This could be a feasible explanation. So the lesson from this is that I should just relax more when I'm trying to speak Spanish. But that is so difficult/difficult to measure. Anyway. De vuelta a la escritura.