Was feeling great until about an hour ago, when everything piled up and hit me in the forebrain. I must be getting old when I can only go until two on the second day of an all-nighter. Though the fact that I've had practically no caffeine in the last twelve hours probably counts for much the same.
Slowly catching up. Sin City is the film of the gods. See it. Now.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow I have to be domestic. Clean facepaint off sheets and pillows and sofas. And do all the other mundane things, like paying bills and the like. Fuck of a busy day ahead. But that's tomorrow, not today.