37 hours, 21 minutes, and 45 seconds now.
Probably longer once this is finished.
How much longer do I have to go before I start to imagine small goblins trying to have sex with my toes?
What are the possible health risks of trying to go a full week without sleep? How come you need sleep? Ants don't sleep. We're much better than ants. So why can't we just stay awake for awesome amounts of time?
Reminds me of something a much smarter man than I once said:
"This is what your life will become."
I should have listened and I didn't. Now I'm here typing an apparently endless post probably three people will read. It's wicked cool.
I could be finishing that script and finding addresses of production companies, agents, etc.
I could be looking for a job.
I could be stalking Katy Perry.
I could be at university.
I could be getting ready for another day of partying at Leeds Fest.
All this and more.
How are you? If I don't reply it means I've fallen asleep. If I do reply I am possibly insane. Uber pwnage of my mental faculties.
What's being mad like? Do you know you're mad? Do you genuinely see people who aren't there? Do they have shadowed areas on their figures like real people? Do you hear their imaginary feet making imaginary footfalls?
Awesome. Radiohead are on BBC 3 tonight too. I'm trying to nail all possible threads with this one post. We'll talk about Ver Head later.