Posted by BigWords on June 22, 2009
For the past week or so my sleep routine has consisted of an hour or so a night. I tried my best last night, using every technique I could think of, to gain a few hours of uninterrupted sleep, though the preparations were for nought. No coffee after 6pm, lighting dimmed to the minimum, mint tea (not that tasty, but anything for a kip) and even a horrible ‘sounds of the rainforest’ CD.
I managed three hours sleep before I woke.
It’s been a funky day, and the moments of “disconnection” have nearly resulted in my scrawny ass being run over by a truck. One minute I am walking back from the course, and the next thing I know I’m standing on the other side of the road. There is nothing I can think of which would make me cross the road, but somehow I managed to cross. Damn, one of these days it’s gonna be splat, and then I’ll be sorry…
A few months ago I went through a spell of blacking out just after waking (once when I was going downstairs), so I’m hoping that I can get over the run of sleep deprivation before I have a nasty accident. If I’m missing from the blog for any length of time you can hazard a guess as to where I will be, otherwise it’ll be business as normal.