I hit 'the wall' a while back, and it's still kinda lingering, although not as badly as it once was. It got me thinking how fortunate it is that 1. I have someone to keep me company during this (to prevent ultimate boredom) and 2. That me and Andy aren't just recent friends or average friends. Neither of us are angry people, but I've seen many a peaceful dude become increasingly moody when tired or bored (of which we are definitely both). We're definitely fortunate that it happens to be just us two and specifically us two. I don't think I could hack it with anyone else, they'd just be too damn annoying.
It's amazing what a lack of sleep makes you feel like; I can't liken it to anything I've felt before. You don't feel drunk, you don't feel high, you don't even feel tired in the traditional sense. It's like a blend of out-of-body vibes but with a constant awareness of your own mortality. It's kind of pathetic really. You just feel completely puny, and maybe once in a while the fatigue is shaken off a little and you get a brief surge of energy and optimism before it all starts over again. I think we've both decided that we're just gonna push ourselves until we feel it's getting dangerous, even if that means breaking off the experiment early. We have no intentions of doing so, but it's hard to gather strength with a lack of energy like this.
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