I'm going to leave that last post up there as a reminder never, ever, ever to go without sleep to work again. Also, I'm doing it again tonight because I have more to submit.

Feeling: The black, oily airborne dirt that, over time, inexorably insinuates itself into the brick of industrial centres until brick and dirt are as one.

Listening: The thunderingly deadened pressure of blood coursing through the arteries that, noose-like, ensnare the inner workings of my ear.

The end of the year presses heavily upon us; not only is it pushing toward us from the front, but it has us surrounded. It presses in on the small of our back, between our fingers, under our arms, in the soft crevice of our neck beneath the chin, and if we let ourselves sleep it will press in on our eyelids until we taste it creeping acidically up the back of our throats.

Fourth consecutive all-nighter. Without sleep, I am numb enough to succeed.

Well, I held off for a little while in hopes that Google would update its caché and the text that I said would be the description would be a description. They seemed very slow about it. Then, when I checked again recently, not only had I fallen from the first hit to the 47, but my page had also been un-indexed and become a mere listed page (no page description, URL as the title . . . very demeaning). It seems the universe hates me.

On the bright side, I'm unable to be unhappy about it.

Which is a very bright side, as I now have to make a choice between getting a good enough grade in Drama (to stay in the program), getting a university quality grade in English, and sleep.

Ha. Ha. Ha. That last one on the list was a joke. It's not even in competition with the other two. Also not in competition are CommTech and Physics, being grade eleven courses of no consequence. Oddly, my (we)blog rates high enough to take my time.

If you're having trouble understanding this, welcome to my head. Be careful, the floors don't always stay still in the morning if you didn't sleep.

To end this post, some stream-of-thought--writing-practice--phrase-mutation exercise. The moment I pause to think it through, I will stop typing and post the list.

In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.
In the land of the one-eyed, the blind man is just as screwed.
In the land of the one-eyed, the two-eyed man gets picked first for baseball.
In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man has the best fashion sense.
In the land of the blind, the deaf man is single.
In the land of the deaf, the one-eared man paints pretty pictures.
In the land of the kings, the one blind man is eyed.
In the eye of the king, the one-land man is blind.
In the land of the blind kings, the one-eyed man is hanged.€

If you go to Google, enter 'Essentially Unremarkable', and hit "I'm Feeling Lucky", you end up here. If you search it, this text is your page description.

Hello to everyone who got here that way.