Oops. I did it again. It’s this trick I do sometimes where I stay up too late. Where I was tired a long long time ago, and I don’t remember it anymore. I’m just hungry. And dazed. And ODDLY focused. Which is the whole trick. Once I cross over into that oddly focused phase, then I don’t even realize how late it is. I mean, my eyes do. My back does. But I don’t. Although they tell me again and again, with the twitching and the blurring. But then when I try to go to sleep now after all this, I will have a hard time, and will lay there for a while, having to let the weird focused-ness drain out of me, before being able to transition into dreamland. They don’t accept visitors into dreamland who are this focused. It would unravel everything. At least I never get insomnia. Or nightmares really. That would suck. I attribute it to clean living, and to being nice to myself. I don’t even remember the last time I had a nightmare. Not for almost two years or so, I think. Okay, no more words. Now it’s all about sleeping.