This week I have been doing stuff at work, in all seriousness, which qualifies as an implementation of a design principle invented some years ago as a 1st April joke.

Also this week I have written twenty-five thousand words (of developer documentation for my puzzle collection, since an unprecedented number of people simultaneously threatened to write additional games for it and I thought it might help if they all knew how to). This mostly consisted of just dumping the entire contents of my brain into a text editor; there was very little need to think hard about what I was writing, since I had it all pretty clear in my mind already and the limiting factor was how fast I could type it. Except that, as it turned out, the limiting factor was the bit of my brain through which knowledge has to be squeezed to turn it into linear sentences; at one point I found that part of my brain suffering fatigue, so that although I still had the knowledge in my head I just couldn't form it into coherent sentences to write it down – and yet I could still type, and program, and do anything that didn't require forming sentences. A very strange feeling, and not one I've had before. Sleep sorted it out, thankfully.

Sleep, however, has not been a respite from the general strangeness of the week, because it's also Strange Dreams Season. On the majority of mornings this week I've woken up and thought ‘huh?’. To give the most memorable example: on one night of this week I had a rather upsetting and nightmarish dream in which I was very distressed to find I'd lost the power to levitate objects with my mind. The odd thing was that, as well as (obviously) not having this power while awake, I hadn't even had it during the dream!

It might make a change to have a sensible few days. Then again, perhaps it would just be boring.