Thursday, March 06, 2003
SO welcome to the all night and all day awakeness experiment
the day where gabe takes aderol and stays awake for 48 hrs!
awesome.
for the record, the beer has worn off, paul has since attempted to go to Jamaica, and dave will be leaving for Kansas shortly..
I will be writing furiously now and getting all sorts of crap done that i wouldn't normally do because of my insomniac bad-dream sleep tendencies of late... I guess i've decided to fight back against my body's unfair "you cant sleep and if you do it will be nightmare-ridden/1 hour at a time sleep" policy... I sleep until 4pm some days but still only manage a few hours of actual sleep thanks to this. and i 'm fed up with it.
so today i will restart my sleep cycle.
and get shit done in the meantime.
the wierdest thing about being up all night though is the eventual feeling that takes over - somewhere around the time the morning weatherman comes on your TV sipping his coffee in his new pressed shirt - its a feeling that you've watched a whole cycle of people start, finish, and re-start their day. I guess it's that Voyeuristic thing that's so intriguing about geting to be an un-involved observer to the passing of time...
Sort of like being the proverbial 'fly on the wall' - you get to watch the world go by for people you don't know at all - and for people very close to you - all at once... they zip by and you get to take it all in like reading a really long, intricately complicated, and ever-evolving book.
The guy doing traffic on TV looks tired and the camera looking onto 695 is all foggy thanks to the rain. He's probably got 4 hrs. sleep having woken up at 3 AM to haul his ass down to the station and get made up, preened, and given the reports to read. THen there' s Paul, running around from place to place all night in a state of amused panic, finding his wallet, his hoodie, his birth certificate hidden amongst the mess that makes up his room. He laughs and reminisces about the last time we were in Jamaica for spring break, takes waay too many cigarette breaks, and even shaves off his signature scruff/beard/goatee that hides his happy fat-baby-elf look. I help him weed out unnecessary things like shampoo form his bag, and then he waddles out the door, overstuffed bag in tow, off to another hemisphere. Soon, with much less freindly fanfare, Dave will be doing the same thing on his way to Kansas and Michigan - the last leg of his Graduate School medely that's turned him into a sleep-walking introvert for the last month. And i'm watching all this happen, sometimes sad that i'm stuck behind doing nothing and other times happy to be sitting content in my boxers as they panic to get their shit together. Sort of like the guy on TV. I'm gald i don't have his job.
Of course, as you get more tired you lose the ability to function with full mental and physcial control, and therefore it becomes harder to adeqautely express the crazy way in which you're precieving the world after being continuously awake. It eventually becomes akin to being on drugs, and you lose the creative ability to translate sleep-deprived notions into anything cogent. That is the sucky part - I can already feel my words stumbling on eachother, but since i'm rambling as it is it's not much of a concern... I'm kinda just writing to try and tell you - you, the internet. You the anonymous observer who is the imagined reader of this horseshit - that since i've decided to stay up all night, i might as well try and talk about how it feels...
haha so emo.
no, but seriously, since the beginning of college i've been bullshitting and procrastinating myself into all-nighter situations and it's really a unique feeling that comes when the next day hits... usually its temeperd by the fact that you know how bad the paper you just wrote is, but now there's none of that guilt because i don't care how bad this is because there isnt' a TA waiting to mark it all up with red-pen-questions like "SO WHAT?" and "SUPPORT WITH EVIDENCE!"
TA's are gay. Tho if i go to Grad, i want to be one.
I hope i don't have to pick up paul from the airport because his papers aren't notarized.
i hope we don't go to war today because then we'll all know what it's like to be helpless observers watching crazy shit happen.
i hope it stops raining so i can walk logan....
...but not quite yet, i can't find my pants.
I hope i didnt' drunken email my boss by accident.
time to shower and regroup.
-pz
the day where gabe takes aderol and stays awake for 48 hrs!
awesome.
for the record, the beer has worn off, paul has since attempted to go to Jamaica, and dave will be leaving for Kansas shortly..
I will be writing furiously now and getting all sorts of crap done that i wouldn't normally do because of my insomniac bad-dream sleep tendencies of late... I guess i've decided to fight back against my body's unfair "you cant sleep and if you do it will be nightmare-ridden/1 hour at a time sleep" policy... I sleep until 4pm some days but still only manage a few hours of actual sleep thanks to this. and i 'm fed up with it.
so today i will restart my sleep cycle.
and get shit done in the meantime.
the wierdest thing about being up all night though is the eventual feeling that takes over - somewhere around the time the morning weatherman comes on your TV sipping his coffee in his new pressed shirt - its a feeling that you've watched a whole cycle of people start, finish, and re-start their day. I guess it's that Voyeuristic thing that's so intriguing about geting to be an un-involved observer to the passing of time...
Sort of like being the proverbial 'fly on the wall' - you get to watch the world go by for people you don't know at all - and for people very close to you - all at once... they zip by and you get to take it all in like reading a really long, intricately complicated, and ever-evolving book.
The guy doing traffic on TV looks tired and the camera looking onto 695 is all foggy thanks to the rain. He's probably got 4 hrs. sleep having woken up at 3 AM to haul his ass down to the station and get made up, preened, and given the reports to read. THen there' s Paul, running around from place to place all night in a state of amused panic, finding his wallet, his hoodie, his birth certificate hidden amongst the mess that makes up his room. He laughs and reminisces about the last time we were in Jamaica for spring break, takes waay too many cigarette breaks, and even shaves off his signature scruff/beard/goatee that hides his happy fat-baby-elf look. I help him weed out unnecessary things like shampoo form his bag, and then he waddles out the door, overstuffed bag in tow, off to another hemisphere. Soon, with much less freindly fanfare, Dave will be doing the same thing on his way to Kansas and Michigan - the last leg of his Graduate School medely that's turned him into a sleep-walking introvert for the last month. And i'm watching all this happen, sometimes sad that i'm stuck behind doing nothing and other times happy to be sitting content in my boxers as they panic to get their shit together. Sort of like the guy on TV. I'm gald i don't have his job.
Of course, as you get more tired you lose the ability to function with full mental and physcial control, and therefore it becomes harder to adeqautely express the crazy way in which you're precieving the world after being continuously awake. It eventually becomes akin to being on drugs, and you lose the creative ability to translate sleep-deprived notions into anything cogent. That is the sucky part - I can already feel my words stumbling on eachother, but since i'm rambling as it is it's not much of a concern... I'm kinda just writing to try and tell you - you, the internet. You the anonymous observer who is the imagined reader of this horseshit - that since i've decided to stay up all night, i might as well try and talk about how it feels...
haha so emo.
no, but seriously, since the beginning of college i've been bullshitting and procrastinating myself into all-nighter situations and it's really a unique feeling that comes when the next day hits... usually its temeperd by the fact that you know how bad the paper you just wrote is, but now there's none of that guilt because i don't care how bad this is because there isnt' a TA waiting to mark it all up with red-pen-questions like "SO WHAT?" and "SUPPORT WITH EVIDENCE!"
TA's are gay. Tho if i go to Grad, i want to be one.
I hope i don't have to pick up paul from the airport because his papers aren't notarized.
i hope we don't go to war today because then we'll all know what it's like to be helpless observers watching crazy shit happen.
i hope it stops raining so i can walk logan....
...but not quite yet, i can't find my pants.
I hope i didnt' drunken email my boss by accident.
time to shower and regroup.
-pz
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