In the last 7 days i have had 25 hours sleep.

In the last 4 days i have had 10 hours sleep.

This week I have had a draining 3 hour Final Biological Honours degree exam (essay questions format) on Wednesday, Thursday and today (Friday).

A consequence of this is that:

- i am slurring my words
- my eyes hurt very badly and are bloodshot (Go contact lenses)
- i keep on having frame shift focus change when looking at things (basically my eyes are REALLY fucked up)
- i cant really feel my body (not for the last few days anyway)
- unless i concentrate simple tasks like opening a "push" door are beyond me (i keep on pulling clearly labelled "Push" doors and vice versa)
- i feel sick
- i have kinda stomach pains from all the pro plus i have to eat (im assuming thats whats causing it)
- i have chest pains (i blaming that one on the stress i am under atm)
- i have no appetite whats-so-ever and find it really difficult eating anything

Still i am half way through my finals with more 3 hour exams next Wednesday , Thursday and Friday. Exams i should say i have not started revising for yet.

Just thought id share.

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Charlie dont surf

I hope this means you're not going to start gaybashing under a christian flag again.

I never pulled those kind of hours during finals. I came close one semester, but still managed 4 to 5 hours a night. I'm surprised you haven't started hallucinating.

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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.

As does any drunk man.

As does any drunk man.

As does any drunk man.

As does any drunk man.

No-one can do that, it always happens, you do the wrong one, realise you're an idiot and do the right one, to prevent this, I stand in front of the door for 2 second just staring at the sign and thinking which one to do, though people laugh at me more.

As does any drunk man.

As does any drunk man. (Well apart from the pro plus bit.)

As does any drunk man.

As does any drunk man.

You're not one of those people that are going to go on a piss up after your exams have finished are you? You'll already feel as if you have just without the happiness.

Oh and my sister loves me! Something to do with the fact that she feels more relaxed since she's finished school and now only has exams. In fact all her friends love me as well, they don't even know me, proves I've got great charm.

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I am not 16 going on not 17, I know that I'm naive.

I seem to have replied to this thread by accident.

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Dad was flammable

I once worked for 72 hours straight, (two different gigs) and I slept for 20 hours after. By day three I was hallucinating badly and at one point during the load-out on day three, I literally had no more calories in my body and simply laid down on the stage deck for about 5 minutes, unable to move.

Naturally, the Stage Tech responded to this by kicking me a few times, laughing, and saying "Get up, you big lazy faker."

Ahhhh, memories.

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

Last week, I went to bed at 9:30 and only got 7 1/2 hours of sleep before going to work the next day. I'm pushing the fucking envelope, let me tell you.

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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.

"Puss" *cough**cough* "Puss" *cough* *ahem* *coff*

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

I once stayed up for 5 days. I wouldn't recommend it.

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"And Wirthling isn't worth the paper he isn't printed on."

As I recall, my record is roughly fifty hours. I got up at ten one morning while visiting a friend interstate, did a gig with him that night, dropped off the gear and drove ten hours home to Melbourne, and came in late to a 24 hour movie marathon (missed the first movie and ten minutes of the second). Finished up, went home... Correction - it was 47 hours. I then slept for only four before being woken up to greet guests (a planned visit). I slept well that night.

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This signature has performed an illegal operation and has been shut down.

Here bunner, take this glass of water. I'll handle this one for you.

YOU'RE A GODDAMNED PUSSY, GABE_BILLINGS.

What's that? No, that's okay. Just drop off the cup when you're done.

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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.

Sorry, I didn't finish...

Last week, I went to bed at 9:30 and only got 7 1/2 hours of sleep before going to work the next day, spending three and a half months in a coal mine working 48 hour shifts with only four hours of sleep in between and we had nothing to eat except seven cans of Spam and some brackish water we collected from pools on the floor. And we were attacked daily by vicious blind cave monkeys and man eating fruit bats. For a week or so I contracted an extrememly nasty strain of Klez, but my immune system managed to fight it off and I lived, much to the chagrin of my arch-nemesis Obi-Wirthling.

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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.

My sleep pattern has been quite fucked for years now. I've grown used to it though. I tend to take one day a week to just sleep for about 20 hours, then I can make it through the rest of the week just using quick 1 hour naps between College and work to get me by.

Right now I've been awake for 27 hours.

I think my finest moment was lasting about 50 hours without any sleep, beer or weed. No cigarettes, no porn, I hadn't had a curry in days, no tea or coffee, just a diet of eggs and egg milkshakes.

I ended up watching a marathon of DVDs. 'Full Metal Jacket', 'Terminator 2', 'Bladerunner' and finally I watched 'A Clockwork Orange' for the first time. That's when I knew I was insane and got out the lubricant, some porn and my bong.

I slept like a baby after that.

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Dad was flammable

My record is 2 days. Poor I know, but im only 12. It was when I had come back from florida for my holiday I had the runs and puked up alot.

I went to a docter and stayed off school for a week. I had a hallutionation that the carpet was moving and the chairs were wobbling. Well, thats my story, not very good.

Those weren't man-eating fruit bats. They were FRUIT eating fruit bats, and you know damn well why they tried to eat you, dontcha, twinkletoes?

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"Thanks, yo."

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

I hope your island sinks.

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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.

Not bloody likely. Like all islands, it is anchored to the bottom of the lake with thousands of feet of galvanised steel chain and cables. The helium balloons glued to the bottom insure us hundreds of years of bouyancy. You don't know a lot about geography, do ya, sonny Jim?

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

My record is 65 hours because I was looking after a stage for some concert thing. It was a 3 day concert, and me and a few other guys had to stay the night to look after the stage (it was outdoor) and we watched the concert during the day. On the third night I climbed into the back of my friend jakes' truck, fell asleep, then he drove home with me in the back at about 5:00 am. I woke up when he slammed the door, then walked home and waited til 7:00 for my dad to open the door to go to work. Then I had a shower and slept until 5:00pm. What fun.

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