Other than those three days spent with and without a voice, dreaming in fevers, and wondering if it’s possible to overdose on cough drops, most of my week was that mad culmination of major projects hitting deadline and the subsequent all-nighters. The Essential E was one such project, my response to a midterm prompt asking for a visual autobiography in my Rhetoric + Design class. Three weeks of thumbnails and paper-piecing, one serious-sketch mock-up and a straight thirty-six hours later . . . et le voilà. Plan on a page-by-page in the days to come, but for now: sleep. Is such a good idea.