Are you in any kind of routine, Lauri? I tend to find that as soon as my day loses some kind of enforced structure, my sleeping pattern goes completely to all hell. I'm currently awake four about twenty something hours and then sleeping for ten, just because my university classes have ended.
AND, when I don't sleep, everything gets fuzzy. I get really paranoid, I start timing things and wondering if they are signicant. I have, on a couple of occasions, started up what, when I'm not sleeping well, dubbed "The Wall", and when I am sleeping well, dubbed "What the fuck was I thinking?" You know those big charts conspiracy theorists have in films, connecting news articles to maps and then drawing massive lines with things like "Bigfoot Here?" Yeah, stuff like that starts to happen. Not to mention finding everything far, far too funny.
At about hour thirty, I get this dreadful clarity about everything. Everything really suddenly makes sense and I can see how weird I've been acting, and try to rectify it. This usually falls apart around hour thirty five. Hour forty is usually the worst, because I egg myself on. "You've nearly been awake two days, man! Just keep it up for another eight hours!" Inevitably, I usually crash out a little while after that. Exhaustion is a killer, man.
AND, when I don't sleep, everything gets fuzzy. I get really paranoid, I start timing things and wondering if they are signicant. I have, on a couple of occasions, started up what, when I'm not sleeping well, dubbed "The Wall", and when I am sleeping well, dubbed "What the fuck was I thinking?" You know those big charts conspiracy theorists have in films, connecting news articles to maps and then drawing massive lines with things like "Bigfoot Here?" Yeah, stuff like that starts to happen. Not to mention finding everything far, far too funny.
At about hour thirty, I get this dreadful clarity about everything. Everything really suddenly makes sense and I can see how weird I've been acting, and try to rectify it. This usually falls apart around hour thirty five. Hour forty is usually the worst, because I egg myself on. "You've nearly been awake two days, man! Just keep it up for another eight hours!" Inevitably, I usually crash out a little while after that. Exhaustion is a killer, man.