For the record, I'm not... what's the word... sleeping, right now. Much at all. Which has my brain currently at the consistency of tapioca.
I actually have things I want to snark and discuss, and strips and the like queued up. I'll see if I can hammer some of them out today. However, I ask indulgence based on the fact that at around three hours of sleep a night, I'm not currently at a high point in my capacity to get things accomplished.
On the other hand, when I do manage to get some writing done, it's trippy.
Trippy is fun.
I've always maintained that if you wanted to hallucinate, screw taking drugs. Just stay up for 48 hours strait.
Better luck with the sleeping though.
Well, you're at work now, so there's only one thing you can do.
Sleep at your desk.