I remember journeying home from France as a child, being awake for around 18 hours, and my brother saying how he wasn’t tired because he’d “passed the wall”. There does seem to be some kind of backup generator that kicks in at a certain level of exhaustion, because I wasn’t tired at all for (most of) yesterday. I was practically hyperactive in the morning and cruising nicely in the afternoon.
On the other hand I’m properly banjaxed today. I would have typed this post earlier but lifting my arms seemed like too much effort. The decent enough amount of sleep I got last night pulled me up out of whatever wild-eyed rockstar mode I was pounding along in and replaced it with… well, you know that way you feel like you’ve been injected with lead sludge (as opposed to molten lead, which would be much too exciting).
The body is a curious thing, is my point.
In an attempt to avoid a hangover, I once vomited up all the drink before going to sleep.
…I think it worked.
I have tried this. I mean, in a pretty severe situation, it’s not something I just do for shits and giggles. Got the job done nicely.
Maybe all you guys just need better livers.
I saved my liver by doing this, stephen.
I am totally pooped today. I keep falling asleep and I have to go out at 10. Yawn.
I’m sure you didn’t HAVE to go out. Although why waste an opportunity?
Interested in your backup generator idea I must say. I’ve noticed this myself.
I’d try and think of something humorous to add, but I’m not very funny so I won’t.
As a bonus, backup generators are inherently cool. You know if one kicks in that means things are exploding somewhere, and sergeants are being gruff and whatnot.