i havent been sleeping, er, at all this past week, except in two hour shifts at 8 in the morning and 4 in the afternoon, so i have a quick rest before uni then a quick rest before going out/doing work in the evening. people say four hours is a fine amount of sleep, but i'm struggling with having it divided up and am probably going a bit mental. current reactions include my teeth feeling constantly wobbly and an incessant feeling of stuffy warmth. it'll be over soon.

i mention this because in a dream i just had the idea of writing a spoof version of wittgenstein's tractatus logico philosophicus called 'tractatus no philosophicus', which is a version of the tractatus containg no philosophy and just being page after page of blank paper. in the dream and shortly afterwards in a haze i thought it was the greatest idea ever conceived by a human being and wrote it down, before sleeping for a bit more. i've just found the note. it's scrawled on the side of the front page of the guardian and simply reads, 'tractatus no philosophicus-mitchell and webb'. i think i had the idea that for some reason mitchell and webb needed to be involved in order for it to become a success. i'm not sure what part they would play, though they seemed crucially important at the time in implementing my plan to release a book with no words.

what a fragile thing it is, sanity.