If a write a page per day, I'll have a book by the end of the year. Time is scary.
I seem to have trouble concentrating though. I was thinking about trans-meta-physical entanglement a mere moment ago, and now I can't shake off the concept of self-assembling nano-particle sandwiches sold in 2 litre Faraday bottles.
Insomnia guaranteed tonight. I might as well look up schizophrenia later on.