Last night I had a fabulous time with Phantom which generally cured the hours of not sleeping through the goodness of lovin', indian food, monty python, apple crisp, and The Trip (directed by Jack Nicholson).

So the thirty-eight hours... I have never pulled an all-nighter in my life. I've stayed up late working on many a project, but those were all training to get to the championship which was Wednesday night. I had three papers due on Thursday. Two were 8 page papers, and one was a two pager. I had written the draft of the two pager on Tuesday night (stayed up until three-thirty) so that put me ahead, a little. After six hours of sleep, I headed into wednesday eerily calm about the fact that I was going to have to crank out two term papers that night.

I got home from school around two and had some lunch while watching The Daily Show repeat. Very satisfying. Then at three I headed upstairs to begin Philsophy. I had the task of proving, or disproving, the existence of other minds. I consumed my first pot of tea of the evening around five. I finished the paper around midnight. I feel pretty good about it. I basically took the stand point that solipsism depresses me, but there are more infallible points that suggest other minds do not exist. Sad.

At twelve thirty I consumed my second pot of tea as I began to work on the outline for my Social Deviance book analysis. This one I'm not so confident about. I started writing it up around three, which was the toughest part of my night. I was feeling dazed and removed from everything and was completely lacking the ability to focus on my work and my typing. I drank my third pot of tea at five in the morning and headed back to finish up. I started being sort of paranoid as I waited for the kettle to boil in my kitchen. I can see how insomniacs become on edge and reclusive because I definitely thought I was hearing voices and made the decision to leave my room only to pee (which I was doing pretty much twice an hour).

Seven am was the magic hour. I was on my second time through my favourite Zepplin album, it was starting to get light outside, and I was finished my paper. At seven I also had to go through and edit all of my papers, which read pretty well. Though I had to remind myself that the not sleeping factor may have impaired my judgement. Meh.

Tama came to wake me up at eight-thirty, which was odd, because I had to sort of remind myself how to talk to other humans. And then I took a shower, printed everything off, and did my hair on the bus. I chose clothes that I feel hot in and actually did something with my hair in hopes to continue the confidence. Once at school I purchased a vat of tea to get me through my class. My stomach was displeased.

Not sleeping gave me a huge sense of pride and accomplishment. I kind of didn't ever want to sleep again, I also kind of never wanted to eat again. I wasn't hungry at all. I basically felt high all day. It lowered my inhibitions, made me talk to strangers (A LOT), I even had a conversation with my arch nemesis from high school and was totally pleasant.

I went to all of my classes, volunteered at the poon shack, went to my dance class, and still stayed up until eleven thirty eating popcorn and watching sex and the city until 11:30pm. And even at that point I kind of felt like... "Yeah 38 hours awake is good, but if I just make it through two more I can say that I've been awake for forty!". Then the temptation of 48 hours jumped in and I had to step back and get in bed.

So yesterday I slept through my class, took a shower and met Phantom. And today I took a four hour nap after sleeping for seven hours. Oh the insanity of it all. I'll post my grades on the papers. It would really suck if the happy hyper ridiculous of staying up for 38 hours turns out badly in the form of my grades. Bah. If nothing else, the night gave me time to listen to three different ani albums twice through, respectively, twice through zepplin, and many repetitions of the song Afternoon Delight (Starland Vocal Band), Dear Matthew (Alanis), and Norweigan Wood (the Beatles).

Comments
on Nov 14, 2004
whoa,
I think that was the day where I saw you and Tama from the window of the UC and I remarked "Wow, Becca's hair looks really good today"
on Nov 14, 2004
Yeah Hezzie told me! I guess the trick is that the less I sleep the hotter I get!