August 20th, 2005


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It's 4 a.m. I am sat in front of a computer despite being told at 11 p.m. that I should go to sleep for a week.

Didn't sleep well last night either. Eyes open sometime after three in the morning and I just couldn't go back. Two nights with about two hours sleep. "Cuntmuffins" is the only available word. Was going to write tonight but I got a pizza and set down to watch something before doing so, so I had had food.

Three and a half hours later, I was able to summon enough energy through tiredness to turn off the TV.

So no writing tonight or last. This puts me under target. Hopefully going to make that up over weekend. If I sleep tonight.

In other news: I feel good as I got a big cheque. I hope that this lasts, but given my violent mood swings of late I doubt it will.

In the event of a zombie infestation, who would you recruit, why, and where would you go? How long do you expect to survive? Assume long-distance comms and international travel are out of the picture.