Greetings all! Screw the date and time. It's in the thingamajig to the right. And according to firefox, 'thingamajig' is spelled right...weird...
Yes my friends, in an attempt to reset my internal clock, I'm going to stay awake the entire 24-hours from midnight on the 21st, to the following midnight just before the 22nd. Expect insanity! Expect crack! Expect madness! Expect more crack! Really, I'm anti-drugs and random hobos keep throwing bags of the crap at me. I don't know what to do with them so I have a lot.
Hour 6(ish): Feeling relatively normal. Just a bit past when I'd normally go to bed(keep note, I'd still be awake though). A little tired. Mildly bored. Worried that I won't have enough to keep me occupied. Morale: High. Rations: Kind of low, actually... sad
Hour 8: Ow. My EYES! They BURN!!!! I must now go to simultaneously stab my eyes out and vomit into the toilet. I should be recovered by monday. From the stabbing. Not the picture. Morale: Disgusted. Rations: Potato chips!
Hour 9.5(damn this is eventful!): I JUST HAD A CINNAMON ROLL WITH PEANUT BUTTER ON IT!!!! IT WAS SOOOOO GOOD!!!!! Morale: BITCHIN'!!! Rations: I'm out of cinnamon rolls....
Hour 13.5: Halfway through. Almost fell asleep, but was awoken via random phone call. Still have chores to do, but may try to crawl out of it. Minor hallucinations. Nothing to worry about, though. Morale: Gradually dropping. Rations: ...Compost pile...
Hour 17.5:
Morale: MORE ALE!!! Rations: Chavez.
Hour 21: Oddly energetic. I think it's because the microbes are cheering me on. There's a lot of them, and they're everywhere. It's weird that I haven't noticed them before... Morale: Cheerful. The microbes are cute. Except the ones that sound like burly black men. They're a little creepy...on a side note, took up knitting. Rations: Status is questionable.
Hour 23.5: Almost there. What price has been payed for this is unaccounted for at the moment, however. Odd events occurring around the house. May or may not be my doing. Someone smeared red stuff on the wall in the shape of a pentagram. I think it's ketchup, cuz it's kinda chunky, but the cat's eating it so I may be wrong. Wasn't aware we had ketchup in the first place. Mildly frightened, but too tired to really care. Hoping the cat eats it all so I don't have to clean it in the morning. Morale: Forgot what that word meant. Rations: Frightened for life. Cat is object of suspicion.
Hour 25: Made it. I think. Still, I can actually go to sleep now and return to semi-sanity...if that was my original state to begin with. Now the day finally ends and I'm sure I can look forward to some weirder than normal dreams. Cat's not allowed in my room tonight, though. Morale: ******** it. It's 1AM. No more.
So yeah, that's the situation. I'll be adding more entries later on in the day so I can look back later and see how my sanity had deteriorated throughout the day. Should be good for some lolz later in the year. If not, a reminder for how I may act when I have to do this again next year. Well, here's to the day! whee confused
Scruffy McGeezer · Thu Aug 21, 2008 @ 10:46am · 2 Comments |