Once again. 

It is as close to the zombie apocalypse as it can be without consuming the brains of those I care for.  I certainly have the distinct appearance of someone who hasn't needed to eat or drink for a few months, and being naturally very pale skinned, my hollow tired eyes that have now definitely sunk further back into my head, produce a surprisingly compelling zombie effect.

I desperately want to make a student zombie film called day of the deadline.  However, my incapabilities in the necessary resources for such a venture are so vast and far reaching, that it will never come to fruition.  I'll write the script one day, and that's as far as my talents will take me.

I couldn't sleep last night, despite being exhausted.  I was completely wired.  That comes of working all day yesterday I think.  The computer unquestionably has a notable impact on my brain waves, and too much time on it is not good for me, or others in my near vicinity.  Especially with the added pressure of a deadline.

So tomorrow lunchtime is the deadline.  I shall be working from now until then.  In anticipation I have done my study shop and now have varying forms of stimulants lying in every nook and cranny of the house.  The gig I go to as reward is next weekend - The Scoville Units again.  But I also get rewarded Friday with cocktails, which on this occasion I am more excited about.

So... stimulants, check; rewards, check; facebook checked, check; blog written, check; run out of excuses, check.  It's time for the zombie marathon.  Rock on.