I think I've used up all my best words

Hello again.

That, woefully inadequate as it might be, is about all I can manage despite over two or more weeks' bloglessness. But that's what you get from me at 8:16 AM GMT on a Monday after burning the candle at both ends for a few consecutive days. I proudly point out that at no time did I pull an all-nighter, which is a sure sign of maturity, or better planning and organisation, or something. (If 'organisation' looks odd to you, as it does to my spell-checker, it's because I've taken to spelling everything English-style.) Most nights I managed at least 4.5 hours. It's just that there's been so many of them in a row lately.

Remember that ridiculously ineffective anti-drug campaign from back in the '70s or '80s or whenever that was? The one that went, 'This is your brain. This is your brain on drugs. Any questions?'? Well, if you can remember it that's probably because you were on drugs, and you thought the posters and adverts were so funny (especially when you were high) that you kept stealing them and putting them up in your room or your locker at school. Anyhow, that campaign should now be amended: This is your brain. This is your brain after writing seven three- to four-thousand word essays and reports in a row. Fuck the questions, get some sleep.

Speaking of sleep deprivation, have I told you about my neighbours?

Ahh, it's good to be back.