I vaguely remember kicking someone off their laptop so I could post drunken poetry before I forgot the moment*. That was around 12:30 this morning. I ended up going to sleep around 4:00, and then had to wake up at 6:00 so I could drive home and shower before coming to work.
So, in total, I’ve gotten fifteen hours of sleep since Saturday. I’m going out again tonight, and then tomorrow night CSI-Guy and I are driving up to Charlotte for the Purgatory event, which means we’ll be tooling back into Columbia around 4am.
The craziest thing about all of this, though, is that I’m not tired. If anything, I feel like I have MORE energy. I just keep waiting for the crash at the end, like a massive comedown from a sugar rush, and it doesn’t happen.
So ride this sugar rush I shall, until it either crashes, or evolves into something else.
* While I vaguely remember kicking the person off their laptop, I remember the moment quite vividly.