P.W.R. – 23 hours, 40 minutes in LaLaLand

After a long time I can say with some confidence that I’ve finally created that one Personal World record that no one but a comatose person can beat. It was the circumstances that aided in the creation of this record.

So I’d slept not more than 15 hours in the past week and not at all Friday night, working on this stupid project, a 32-page magazine which, now that I see in print, was surely worth all the sleepless nights. After a whirlwind Saturday, I hit the hay at precisely 8.30 pm after having written an exam without preparing for it and lugging 5 kilos of groceries in a half-conscious state.

I woke up some two hours ago, at say 8.10 pm thinking surely that I’d done the unthinkable by lasting 24 hours, only to rush to clock and find that I’d missed the mark by just 20 minutes. Life does suck right about now, but on the bright side, my head’s been spinning ever since I woke up and no amount of food will set it right. Guess I’ll have to sleep it off.