Yawn

It's funny how, as my sleep debt goes up my thoughts turn all circular and then move, like fish chased by a shark, or like water spilt on a crazy surface, spreading in multiple directions and springing up in places like you wouldn't believe. Sadly, the simultaneous slowdown of my critical faculties causes my creativity to be useful for little more than wild slabs of verbiage, mad swings through the jungle of unlikeliness and long slides through my subconcsious. It's a razors edge, a step above and the ideas cringe in the corner of my mind, unwilling to venture out into the harsh light of logic and high expectation; a step below and I fall into babble and apathy, unable to form anything coherent from the noise. In some ways, this strikes me as a metaphor for humanity, but possibly only in the same way that everything strikes me as a metaphor for something else.

As you can tell, not enough sleep last night.

All gone quiet

Flatmates watching television. Girlfriend snoring in bed. Nobody on MSN to talk to. I've checked all the usual websites twice. I should be more tired than I am, and I suspect I'm more tired than I feel. I think I'll go to bed.