play musical chairs with me

Crazy night of writing (total crap).

Took a break around one o'clock in the morning & watched a program about Rock Stars for Sale. Whether they should or should not sell their music/name/image to advertisers, and the Timberlake boy turned up to offer the remarkable insight that, you know, some artists do and some don't. (But, aww, he looked cute saying so.) Then Chris Martin compared himself to Shakespeare, and then we all went back to work.

Really need to finish this thing soon and go turn it in, partly because the deadline was yesterday but mostly because there's no way I'll not be out cold in a few hours. Then will sleep for a year, only can't. Might go to the movies, though. Is The Ring at all worth seeing? Will I want to get very drunk indeed after seeing it? Decisions, decisions.

... cannot focus, wonder why.