Remind me never to stay up for 56 hours straight again. (OK, so I got 2 hours of sleep in there halfway through, but still...)
I've had 4 more hours of shut-eye since then but that's not nearly enough, so I'm going back to bed. Everyone and everything will have to wait 'til tomorrow.
To sleep. Perchance to dream. Or at least perchance to not be such an unpleasant cunt upon awaking.
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ooh! i did that once, on a chicago to needles, ca. run. i started hallucinating around albaquerque-good times!
I was working on a collage with little Puritan boys in it and I started hearing chants of 'Burn her...burn her...' while it looked like one of them was trying to hide a copy of the Malleus Maleficarum behind his cape. So I painted cloven feet on him and gave him a pitchfork. Persecute me??? Mmwhahahhhahahahahahaaaa. I wield the power in my hallucinations, you little Puritan bastards.
Time for a nap, I'd say.
56 hours is impressive. I don't think I've ever done anything for that long.
Talk about fear of commitment!
BTW: I checked your Shakespeare reference, and I think you were using a bit of literary licence.
Meh...literary, clitorary!! I've never needed a license before now!
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