Can't even think of a title

So, I'm sitting here at 10 past 11 waiting for inspiration to strike.

That's actually a very odd phrase when you think about it. “Striking” as a general rule is something violent. It's something lightening does. It would seem to imply that inspiration comes in a short, sharp bursts, looks really impressive and burns your eyebrows off.

I reckon I can do without inspiration for one night. I've been doing well enough for the past, what, 28 days? I mean, here I am, 28 Days Later (do you see what I did there?), and I haven't felt particularly inspired but I've written stuff anyway. I don't think I've ever felt inspired, by anything.

But that's probably just the sleep deprivation talking. I need to get more of that. Sleep. Not sleep deprivation. Yeah, I intend to spend all of tomorrow asleep, making up for the lack of sleep over the last school term, then spend all of Sunday asleep in order to prepare for the oncoming weeks of studying.

I'll probably wake up sometime on Saturday evening to watch the start of the new Doctor Who series. More on that tomorrow, or maybe Sunday if I can bring myself to post early tomorrow. Oh, who am I kidding, more on that tomorrow.