Ah...So This Is Sleep Deprivation

I'm so tired...that all the letters on my screen look like small, wobbly insects as I'm typing this...and that can't be good. For some reason I'm not sleeping very well and my usually 'well-behaved' imagination is now intruding upon my nap time...plaguing me with ideas for poems and novels at the most inappropriate moments.

My right hand is covered in ink from writing so much and yesterday I walked around with a great smear of blue across my cheek without even realising it...that's the last time I suck on pens for inspiration...I'm surprised I haven't had any allergic reactions to the amount of ink I've swallowed...it's definately time I resorted to writing in pencil...or else get a laptop (ooohhh...thinks of shiny white Apple Mac). For the moment I will just have to deal with looking like a Mentat from Frank Herbert's 'Dune' what with my purple-blue stained lips and all....in fact (glances in a mirror) sleep deprivation is making me look thinner...and kinda zombified...a bit like the Zombie Pinup Girls (see in my links) I found on a darling fellow blogger's site (Queen Tilly U Rock ^^).

My work load seems insurmountable at the moment and my eyeballs hurt from reading so much. In three weeks I have to tutor a group on 'The Wide Sargasso Sea' by Jean Rhys, 'The Merchant of Venice' by Shakespeare, while editing a creative writing magazine and studying the Metaphysical Poets! Aaaarrggghhh, all my illusions of grandeur shattered - my desire to start Wu Shu Kwan and fly through the air like Jet Li dashed upon the harsh, sharp rocks of reality (what a crappy metaphor that was...I am tired).

Anyhow...new flat rocks....except that I'm scared to use anything, terrified of breaking something and even more afraid of starting fires in my somnambulistic state...think I better order Chinese takaway tonight.