First of all, apologies for not posting. But life’s been too much of a rollercoaster since last weekend. Extremely sad one minute, happy as ever the next.
Friday night was a historic one for me. I had just had a major fight, which was followed by a major patch-up, which was further accompanied by major euphoria (fights can really bring two people closer, if executed in the proper manner). I was online the entire night (doing important work). Before I knew it, the birds had started chirping, and dawn broke soon. It was the first time in my life that I hadn’t slept between dusk and dawn.
However, I figured out I’d have to sleep sometime during the day to make up for it. Interestingly, I managed to keep my eyes open all through, before my body finally fell to melatonin (the sleep-inducing hormone) around 8.45 on Saturday night. Given that I woke up on Friday at around quarter past five in the morning, that makes it 38.5 hours of insomnia.
Not bad, really.
Update: Seems like I’ve lost my mind. Damn right, Princess, it is 39.5.
wasn’t it 39.5?