October 10th, 2007

Vizard

When the eagle just won't fly, it's time to look for a duck.

I've noticed over the past year or so that I seem to be able to do most of my best writing when I am very sleep-deprived. Biochemists, biologists, behaviorists, and possibly biobehaviorists, if such a label exists, could probably tell me exactly why. I ascribe it to the idea that the Universe is weird.

Right now, being extremely tired is getting me almost nowhere. Which probably proves more of the universe's weirdness.