Red Bull at 8pm. Caffeine injections all day. Bottles of water downed. Wrist exercises used and braces worn and removed. Thumbs sore from hitting space bars. Eyes burning from lack of sleep.

It’s noon-thirty on Sunday. I’ve been writing like a madman since Weds morning, doing over twice what I do in a seven day normal week in the space of 4 and a half days.

I am no longer human. We’ve passed that benchmark. I am a creature made only of endless pages of text.

Pray for me and wish me well, that I have over a years worth of deadlines to go. Of course, I have a year to get them all done.

I have no food in my fridge. For seriously. I have cans of coke, bottles of water and beer. It takes up most of my fridge. It’s not silly, it’s fucking necessary. I’m a scientist of the future. In the future you will all see. And you will all learn.