I believe last night broke the record for the longest I’ve gone without sleep. It wasn’t a terribly long time (final tally: 31 hours, but eight of them were spent driving). And, besides, it allowed me to go to the Bridge Diner (again) at 4:30am and eat apple sauce with Pinger Robert.
However, one interesting thing I noticed about sleep deprivation: when you finally do fall asleep, it’s a totally different kind of sleep. When someone wakes you up (because you will never wake yourself up with an alarm or something after this long without sleep), the sleep is so heavy that you actually feel like you’re a part of a the bed. This afternoon when I woke up from the three-hour-nap-that-was-supposed-to-be-one-hour that broke my sleeplessness, I felt like I had sunk four feet into the bed… I didn’t feel like moving any extremities and it would have been the perfect time to check for a drool puddle.
The world record for sleeplessness was 11 days (with no physiological or physical damage!) set by a high school senior in 1964, but was supposedly broken a few years back. Interestingly, rats die after three weeks without sleep. Other interesting sleep-related info can be found at Sleepnet.com (“Everything you wanted to know about sleep but were too tired to ask”).
How long have you gone without sleep? Did you have any particularly cool hallucinations as a result? -ram
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