The gadgets have me moving right along, apparently. So it appears. This past week they've all turned against me. Not even my wrists work. Jason Aluminium blew a gasket because Loverett blew one of his and nobody knew! I think he just wants to feel important, but this is getting dangerous. I don't know what size muzzle he would need, should it come to that. I don't know what width migraine I would need, should it come to that.

They address me with their worst handwriting. Their voices pulse with intermittent scratchiness. And they resist my appealing to their personality by mutilating their person. It's enough to make me, you, anyone just say STOP.

Oh, I'm so tired children. if I manage to ramify, it will surely be by accident, or more likely someone else's design, since I have not the snuff for pounding against limestone.

So the question of the day is: what is the word for slamming a needle gauge into the red? I seem to remember "bury the needle." Bury. needle. Red. Gauze?

I wish someone would make a film worth watching. There've been maybe less than one a year. I don't know what else to tell you.

YES THIS IS A CONCERTED EFFORT OF ONE TO DRAW OUT THIS ENTRY AS LONG AS POSSIBLE AND THEREBY POSSIBLY DRAW ME OUT. OVEROUT AND OVERDRAWN.

OVERNIGHT.