Deprivation
Let's see...well, I'm not too jazzed about the last couple days. But let's recap anyways. Since, I suppose, they were not typical.
Monday - Okay, well what's sad is, I barely remember Monday at this point. I, um, remember I woke up at like 6 p.m.. Which is bad, I know. Which prevented me from getting to sleep that night. I also just figured I should stay up all night and try to get on a different sleeping pattern.
Tuesday - So yeah, still awake. Getting my second wind, followed by my third, and so on. The bad thing i was, I had to work. And I was so out of it. I actually fell asleep for about a half hour before work. Which made me feel so much worse. I kept feeling like I had to throw up for a while. But I go to work anyway, because I have to. And just made my way through the day. But crazed the whole time. I remember it took me three attempts to make a sign saying we were going to be closed for Thanksgiving. And I almost finally did a good one on the third try, but misspelled Thanksgiving. And everyone, all night, kept asking if I was okay. It was a very interesting experience. Some highlights: the cute girl that I was nice to and was helping out, who in turn was being very nice to me, and I ended up checking her i.d. (because she used a credit card and all) and she was 20...so pretty close to my age. But I'm not like smooth with women or anything. So I didn't really like chat it up very well with her I'm sure. I probably just seemed like a dork to her. Oh well, that's just the way it goes for me. I'll just have to see if she comes back. Oh yeah, and the other highlight was when I just kinda suddenly plopped down on the floor and everyone had thought that I had actually passed out. I just felt like lying, was all. Oh, and Josh kept messing up counting the money, but in my whacked out state, I was able to fix everything. Made me feel like I was capable of something at least. Finally I get home. I'm terribly hungry by this point, so I make some ramen and watch the episode of Buffy I had taped (don't laugh). Oh, another thing I forgot to add. I used to stay up all night all the time. But apparently it's harder than I remember it. I think I've gotten too old for that now, lol, my body just can't take it. So yeah, I finally crash about midnight.
Wednesday - Had a very strange dream involving a dog-crocidile creature thing trying to kill me and other odd creatures...and like villains that were called The Twins because they could morph themselves into what you looked like that I was having to fight...and then something about getting chased and taking secret passages in bathrooms and stuff. Very strange.... Woke up after sleeping for twelve hours. Lazed around for a bit. Then, ingeniously, I decide to smoke some of the pot I had just gotten the night before. And by this point, my body had only had like one proper meal in the last two days. And it fucked me up beyond belief. I was freaking out, it was so bad. And I only took three hits. I think it was a combination of all the stuff I had been putting my body through. It was so bad, I thought I wouldn't be able to make it to work. But I finally relaxed and got over it. And during the freak out, I thought that this was the last straw to make me give it up finally. But after I was cool, it didn't stop me. I've done it three or four more times since. I'm so hopeless....
Well, I'm surprised if you made it this far. So yeah, that's the story of "why I will never stay up all night again." It was quite unpleasant. So things are back to normal...well however close to normal I can get that is....
Oh, and Happy Thanksgiving...and stuff....
Monday - Okay, well what's sad is, I barely remember Monday at this point. I, um, remember I woke up at like 6 p.m.. Which is bad, I know. Which prevented me from getting to sleep that night. I also just figured I should stay up all night and try to get on a different sleeping pattern.
Tuesday - So yeah, still awake. Getting my second wind, followed by my third, and so on. The bad thing i was, I had to work. And I was so out of it. I actually fell asleep for about a half hour before work. Which made me feel so much worse. I kept feeling like I had to throw up for a while. But I go to work anyway, because I have to. And just made my way through the day. But crazed the whole time. I remember it took me three attempts to make a sign saying we were going to be closed for Thanksgiving. And I almost finally did a good one on the third try, but misspelled Thanksgiving. And everyone, all night, kept asking if I was okay. It was a very interesting experience. Some highlights: the cute girl that I was nice to and was helping out, who in turn was being very nice to me, and I ended up checking her i.d. (because she used a credit card and all) and she was 20...so pretty close to my age. But I'm not like smooth with women or anything. So I didn't really like chat it up very well with her I'm sure. I probably just seemed like a dork to her. Oh well, that's just the way it goes for me. I'll just have to see if she comes back. Oh yeah, and the other highlight was when I just kinda suddenly plopped down on the floor and everyone had thought that I had actually passed out. I just felt like lying, was all. Oh, and Josh kept messing up counting the money, but in my whacked out state, I was able to fix everything. Made me feel like I was capable of something at least. Finally I get home. I'm terribly hungry by this point, so I make some ramen and watch the episode of Buffy I had taped (don't laugh). Oh, another thing I forgot to add. I used to stay up all night all the time. But apparently it's harder than I remember it. I think I've gotten too old for that now, lol, my body just can't take it. So yeah, I finally crash about midnight.
Wednesday - Had a very strange dream involving a dog-crocidile creature thing trying to kill me and other odd creatures...and like villains that were called The Twins because they could morph themselves into what you looked like that I was having to fight...and then something about getting chased and taking secret passages in bathrooms and stuff. Very strange.... Woke up after sleeping for twelve hours. Lazed around for a bit. Then, ingeniously, I decide to smoke some of the pot I had just gotten the night before. And by this point, my body had only had like one proper meal in the last two days. And it fucked me up beyond belief. I was freaking out, it was so bad. And I only took three hits. I think it was a combination of all the stuff I had been putting my body through. It was so bad, I thought I wouldn't be able to make it to work. But I finally relaxed and got over it. And during the freak out, I thought that this was the last straw to make me give it up finally. But after I was cool, it didn't stop me. I've done it three or four more times since. I'm so hopeless....
Well, I'm surprised if you made it this far. So yeah, that's the story of "why I will never stay up all night again." It was quite unpleasant. So things are back to normal...well however close to normal I can get that is....
Oh, and Happy Thanksgiving...and stuff....