The all nighter

21:00
It's been a while since I've attempted a bona fide all nighter. My college days are behind me, and I don't currently work in one of the douche jobs so there is is very little reason to burn the midnight oil. But tonight I'm going to stay up and try. Tonight is the night I'm going stay up all night and write about the experience. Stay with me.


I'll check back in hourly with my progress.


22:00
But maybe it's my 9pm coffee talking, but I'm feeling good. I might attempt a larger writing project tonight. Like that novel I've always been talking about ("The Buttress of Windsor").


23:00
Maybe I should start by reading Finnegan's Wake. Or I could do some of the university reading that I always pretended to. Or I could make some popcorn and watch TV. But sleep I will not. Fueled by caffeine and ennui, tonight will be a night to remember. A night that will live on in infamy. A night to end all nights, as I burn the midnight oil. A one night stand. A hard day's night.

0:00
It's been an hour and I have written one piece. It's a shard of an idea really. I scribbled it in a little green notebook that sits on my nightstand. It's meant to collect the miasma of brilliant ideas I emit pre-sleep.  In the morning the results are usually hysterically bad. I hope you enjoy the post.

1:00
I am unbelievably tempted by the lure of blankets and pillows. Frankly, my bed could be covered a with wet and muddy rubber garden hose and I'd probably find away to curl up with it. This is dangerous drowsy thinking. I consider distracting myself with some jumping jacks but I can't imagine what that would sound like to the neighbours. My feet thumping on the floor followed by a thwack above my head. Hm, maybe they would actually think I'm getting some.

08:43
Fuck.