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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.
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.
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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.
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.
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