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| 04.28.04 (8:28 am) [edit] |
Okay, now....
This gaming thing is getting outa hand. But...I can't stop it! IT WON'T STOP!!
I've been gaming every night since Friday. Friday being the night I collapsed...heh. I was grateful to have Saturday off (kinda - I had to work), but Sunday I was right back at it. We've been ending the games a bit earlier, but only 3 or 4 hours of sleep per night catches up with a guy.
So, I've been handling it pretty well until last night. I could barely feel my limbs and was periodically passing in and out of consciousness throughout the last hour of the game. We ended around 2:30. Time to drive home.
There has only been one other time that I've been so tired that I started to hallucinate. That was on the famous road trip to Calgary, then Edmonton to see Pantara. The car ahead of me was being transformed into the mouth of a sleeping polar bear. Time to pull over.
Well last night was the second time. I was probably driving faster than I should in an effort to get some adrenaline flowing. It kinda worked. When I stopped at red lights, I had to open the windows and start singing becaus I was certian that I would simply close my eyes to blink and I'd end up sitting there until morning. The scariest part about the drive home was when I finally pulled onto our street. There was a rather shallow, person sized puddle on the ground and although my eyes saw it, my mind didn't register what it was. It only saw the shape. My head snapped up and my heart skipped a beat when my brain thought that I had run over a person laying in the street. I had previously seen people walking down the sidewalks, but there really were no people. Very strange.
So...I have a night off tonight so I will be going to bed almost as soon as I get home from work. I love the gaming, to be sure...but I need a break...heh. :shock:
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