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"Ramblings of a tired man."

85 hours without sleep.

I've gone through many stages since I woke up feeling like my throat had been sand-papered.

I went through the first 30 hours being really tired and drained, and wanting my bed more than anything in the world. However I couldnt sleep, oh no, laying down causes me to cough (my cough now sounds like Gnashers laugh from Dennis the Menace cartoons). After this I went into the wide awake stage which is where your body runs on adrenaline for a while because theres not much energy left in your body. This lasted maybe 10 hours.

After this I was again very tired and tried sleeping but no, cough cough bloody cough. So I jammed paracetamols and strepsils in my mouth and went to writing a story.

Coffee is my friend. I don't usually drink warm drinks but it keeps me awake and alert so I dont fall asleep and get my head caught in a blender. Although sleep is sleep. Precious sleep.

Ive lost the ability to add up. It took me eight minutes to calculate how long I've been awake. I cannot blink. It hurts to blink and I have a mouth ulcer.

I've drank so much water, apparently if you can't pee fast enough the water is absorbed into your fat - and then when storage space runs out it goes into your head and puts pressure on your brain. I have a headache now so I might be about to faint.

I think my spelling is alright since I am so tired - I thought I would just collapse in front of the telly but I have been rather active. I played Need For Speed Underground for 8 hours last night - my car looks sexier than Halle Berrie in a swimsuit. *licks screen*

Being really really tired is like being mildly drunk - you talk crap and fall over. I need to shave but I dont trust myself with the razor, I might go all Picasso and cut my ear off by accident. I look like a bear, I smell like one too. I've worn there pyjamas since I was ill - infact they're probably whats making me ill.

Snot is coming out of my nose faster than a river, I have a cold (I wont pretend I have flu like 99% of people do when they have colds) and I am going through box after box of tissues. The rate I'm going you'd think there were a convent of w**kers living in my bedroom.

I can't feel my teeth any more.

...fetch me my pillows.

Shush, Kyz, the guy carries a truncheon!

I can do whatever the hell I want!

Go read my "A good idea?" post. Bound to send you to sleep.

Thans Mojo, I will try that. I think I have three pillows at the moment but I'll stack a few more on there too.


English Bloke, you can't make up words. Met a fork? What!

So you’re just staying awake thinking up metaphors?

Get more pillows - three or four. You need to keep your head and neck up, so the crap runs down instead of ending up in your mouth.

Worked for me.

I told you I was tired!

I can't sleep, thats the problem. When I lay down to sleep I begin to cough and splutter like a hooker who can't swallow the goods fast enough.


I'm going to try and sleep at a 45 degree angle.

*van gogh

you're off your head staying awake that long. I love my sleep too much, and feel dirty if I've not had enough

Paradox: wrote:
> Being really really tired is like being mildly drunk - you talk crap.
> I might go all Picasso and cut my ear off by accident.

Yup, you DO talk crap. It was Van Gogh who decided ear-lobes were out of fashion...