24 hours of sleep deprivation shows its effects slowly. First tiredness. At this point most people drink coffee, i don’t drink coffee so i have to keep myself awake somehow. This is followed by a downward spiraling attention span. I somehow managed to watch my bus drive away and because it left 5 mins early it did not register until 15 mins later. This resulted in me having to take a taxi from Stansted to Heathrow which would have normally probably been a non problematic situation if my taxi driver was not also experiencing the effects of sleep deprivation, This may have been one time when i seriously thought i was going to die. Obviously i did not, so i was left to continue down the path of insanity. Next comes memmory loss, and the loss of logical decision making with a side of iritability. These are the things that happen if you have stayed away for 24 hours…But after that. If you for some reason are still awake you become delirious. I have been awake or almost 28 hours. Things are funny that really are not. Your vision blurrs. two completely different sights from possible completely different moments in time become the same. Yes i put the milk back into the fridge.. i remember because i was standing in the bathroom when i did it. My eyes nol onger hurt, but now I am falling asleep with my eyes open. In a perfect world my flight will board in 30 mins. Hopefully i will manage to stay away for that long.
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The clocks around me read 7:22, but my body thinks it is 9 am and i have been up for 24 hours and i am still buzzing from my ‘tour’ of Helsinki. I am sitting on the floor of terminal 3 london heathrow airport. leaning on the t-mobile wifi hotspot station stealing power dreaming of ice lakes and wishing the demons would stop stomping on my eyes. My next flght doesnt leave for 5 hours, and i dont dare close my eyes. My hair smells like smoke with a dash of fresh spring breeze and sunshine, and i desperately need a shower…. soon.
rolling suitcases were not made to be rolled in the snow.
so you remember that red sweater i started… you know the one i decied to knit to fill the hole in my heard left by that purple rowan sweater. Well i mostly finished it. All that is left to do is the button bands. Unfortunatly it doesnt fit correctly. I could just wear it but i wont be happy with it, so i will take it out and try again. It will be ready to wear for next winter.
photo stolen from Purl of a Girl’s Flickr account.
28 years ago today my mother gave birth to a screaming baby that would grow up to be me. If she would have known then what she knows now, we would have both been screaming…. oh wait we were. 28 feels exactly like 27, only i feel like i am expected to have a better idea of where my life is supposed to be heading. I don’t. In the next year of my life i will do 28 amazing things. What amazing things should i do?
For my birthday i bought myself a plane ticket out of the country. On thursday i will be flying to Finland to sit in a bar, drink cider and talk about politics. And to hopefully play in the snow. Why Finland you ask… Simple. It fits several requirements. 1) I have never been there. 2) I have a free place to stay. 3) and they will (hopefully) have snow.