What I did on my summer vacation
Aug. 2nd, 2002 03:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_siobhanDay One
Four hours sleep. A bit tired in the morning, but perked up by 10am and otherwise functionally normal.
Day Two
Four hours sleep. I have an extra large coffee in the morning. I'm not hungry at lunch time, but I manage to choke down a sandwich anyway.
Day Three
Four hours sleep. I sleep through the alarm clock until the wife comes and pitches me out of bed. I have a large coffee for break and another for lunch. I eat half a bagel and throw the other half away because my stomach just has no interest in it. If I stare at the wall I can see prominant ripples flowing through the surface. I wander around the lab singing "Pour Some Sugar On Me" at the top of my lungs. I have another coffee before before going to the second job.
Day Four
Four hours sleep. The boyfriend has to push me out of bed. I have an overwhelming desire to break the fingers of anybody who gets too close to me, fortunately the coworkers seem to sense this and they give me a wide berth. I answer all questions with grunts. I forget the names of things. The thought of food makes me nauseous, but I have two extra large coffees each for break and lunch.
No work tonight and I wanted to hang out with the wife but when I get home my house is a mess and I end up rushing out to to prevent the committing of a felony. I burst into tears all over my boyfriend who wisely gets me drunk and puts me to bed.
Day Five
I sleep for twelve hours.
Then I eat the couch.
Four hours sleep. A bit tired in the morning, but perked up by 10am and otherwise functionally normal.
Day Two
Four hours sleep. I have an extra large coffee in the morning. I'm not hungry at lunch time, but I manage to choke down a sandwich anyway.
Day Three
Four hours sleep. I sleep through the alarm clock until the wife comes and pitches me out of bed. I have a large coffee for break and another for lunch. I eat half a bagel and throw the other half away because my stomach just has no interest in it. If I stare at the wall I can see prominant ripples flowing through the surface. I wander around the lab singing "Pour Some Sugar On Me" at the top of my lungs. I have another coffee before before going to the second job.
Day Four
Four hours sleep. The boyfriend has to push me out of bed. I have an overwhelming desire to break the fingers of anybody who gets too close to me, fortunately the coworkers seem to sense this and they give me a wide berth. I answer all questions with grunts. I forget the names of things. The thought of food makes me nauseous, but I have two extra large coffees each for break and lunch.
No work tonight and I wanted to hang out with the wife but when I get home my house is a mess and I end up rushing out to to prevent the committing of a felony. I burst into tears all over my boyfriend who wisely gets me drunk and puts me to bed.
Day Five
I sleep for twelve hours.
Then I eat the couch.
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Date: 2002-08-02 01:57 pm (UTC)You
(gasp)
owe
(gasp)
me
(drool)
a new
(wipe, wipe, wipe)
monitor.
Please tell me you have videotape evidence of this.
day 6
:p