Wednesday, January 07, 2009

The 36 Hour Day

     I have been wearing the same pair of underwear for the last 36 hours.  "Eeeeewwwww!"  I know, I know.  That was a little much.  Totally uncalled for.  But it's true.  See, as I type this I have been awake for roughly 36 hours straight.  For those of you at home who are keeping score, that is four and one-half workdays in a row.  Think about that next time you are begging for the clock to strike four pm.  
     So anyway, I am waiting.  I know that I am not usually one to blow my own horn, but I think that I am doing pretty well considering, and as such I deserve some accolades?  Well, if you are not going to give me any I will give myself all sorts.  I am great.  I am a beacon of perseverance.  I am a rare and treasured physical specimen.  I am a monument to modern willpower.  Well thank you, thank you.  But I don't deserve all that praise.  I didn't choose this.  I worked eight hours.  I stayed up for like six more.  Then I was asked to fill in for eight more hours.  Then I ate breakfast.  Then I worked for another eight hours.  Cap it off hand over fist with another two hours hanging out before bedtime and you will probably notice that the numbers don't add up to 36.  Well give me a break.  Let me state it this way: I woke up at 6:30 am on Monday, January 5 and I am about to go to bed at 6:30 pm on Tuesday, January 6.  You do the math.  
     While I know I am super cool and a little stubborn I would definitely not recommend doing this ever.  I might be with it and relatively clear in mind but quite frankly I am feeling the effects.  My eyes are burning.  My legs are shaking when I want to hold them up on the couch.  Everything is a little cloudy, like my brain isn't firing on all cylinders.  I can't type to save my life.  And I sort of have tunnel vision. It's affecting my body and it will likely be next week before I get caught up.  But such is life, no?  So anyway, I just wanted you to see how much I had it together after 46 hours straight.  Sort of like drunk blogging but way more affordable.  So anyway, thanks for stopping by.  I am going to bed.

     Editor's Note: After sleeping for approximately 11.5 hours I woke up, read this post right after it published, and immediately vomited on my shoes.  Apparently 36 hours of pure, agonizing wakefullness has an effect far beyond that of alcohol and a little closer to a meth makes first attempt; I write more meaningful and coherent posts when I am drunk.  I apologize for this truly terrible and incoherent excuse for a post, and I promise that it will be better in the future.  In second thought, scratch that.  I hope that it will be better in the future. - Big Dave

1 comment:

Sue said...


I read your blog today, you Irishman.