For those of you who know what I'm referring to, either by your own knowledge or by clicking the links, then you realize that I'll last as long as I need to on that island with very little to no trouble at all.
On a completely unrelated note, I recently didn't sleep at all for an entire night. It was terrible. At first I was fine, feeling good, high on life, and then things started deteriorating.
I stayed up all night because the next morning was when I was flying back to America from Italy, where my classmates and I had been on a choir tour. It's an approximately 12 hour flight, and on the way to Italy I slept very little on the plane and it was terrible.
SO in order to ensure that I would sleep on the plane, I didn't sleep at all the night before. And you know what? It was fun. I was surrounded by great people who were doing the exact same thing as me and I had some great conversations.
But let me tell ya, you have significantly fewer inhibitions when you're severely sleep deprived. I definitely said some things I normally wouldn't have and shared some secrets that probably should have gone to the grave but hey, I was among friends and the room was so warm and the time just seemed so right.
Around 5 am I took a shower and that made me feel wide awake/awesome. Then we loaded onto the bus to go to the airport and I'm pretty sure my body was attempting to shut down without my consent. It was horrible. I broke out in a cold sweat and my stomach got all queasy. I was still being really talkative when we got to the airport though and I'm pretty sure I attempted a feeble joke with with the lady checking my luggage that went something like this:
Lady: "Is this your bag?"
Me: "No, my wife's parking the car"
Lady: "Here's your boarding pass"
While we waited to board the plane I dozed off but woke up quite violently a few minutes later because I was sure I was peeing myself, but upon further investigation it was proved that it was a false alarm and had simply been urinating within a dream I was having. (Which when I think about it, is a terribly boring dream.)
The plane ride was hell. Of the probably 300 seats on the plane, mine was the only one with an entertainment screen thing that didn't work. So while everyone else was enjoying great movies and television shows, I was left to contemplate whether or not the woman sitting next to me really expected me to not notice the boogers she was wiping on the side of her chair.
A little into the flight though I took some Benadryll and threw back a couple Melatonin which knocked me out for a good 6 hours. But then I didn't sleep the rest of the way. It was horrible.
If I were faced with the same situation, I probably would stay up all night again.
I just remembered that I wrote a poem on a napkin on the plane in my sleep deprived state, and it was awesome, but I don't remember it because the Stewardess threw it away. Curses.
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