Adrafinil Adventures, part three

I didn't have a chance to test all of the positive side effects, but I do know that I was awake and active for the rest of the day at work. It's never the grand gestures that carry significance, but the small, repeated details. I didn't have a chemically induced high, but the world seemed a little better, a little calmer, less harsh. Besides, it was like everything was falling into place at work, like I'd hit the zone. This effect continued later, when I was playing Picross DS, and the puzzles were so much easier than they'd been the day before.

Later that night, around 2100, I wondered if it was time to execute the crazy plan of staying up for one hundred hours. So, on yet another whim (I'm like a woman, in that my emotions more than cold logic dictate my actions. I'm like a man, in that my actions are almost entirely idiotic and wasteful.), I popped another little round white pill. Yes, I didn't think this course of action through. If I'm going to be staying awake that long, it requires more planning. That realization kicked in around midnight,when I'd normally be dead on my feet. Instead, I was awake, raring to go, nothing to do. Could have written, but instead, I played video games. Stupid.

At 0100, I finished Going Postal. Very entertaining story about an angel giving a con man a second chance at life, by forcing Moist von Lipwig (pronounced "Lipvig") to restart the post office. Fantastic, and fantasy based, but Discworld is top-tier, as is Terry Pratchett.

At 0130, still wide awake, but not in the jittery, heart-thumping means, I finally decided that I should try to sleep, in case staying awake all night would affect me as it normally did, making me worthless for the next day, the feminist's dress if you will. "Here I lay me down to" stare. Staring into the almost-dark of my bedroom, cautiously illuminated by a yellowed lamp-post, so weak I'd hardly even known about it, until now.

Somewhere around 0200, I finally lapsed off, but it was a struggle to fall asleep. Most nights, I'm probably down in under five minutes. For a little while, I feared never being able to sleep normally again. As usual, I don't remember what I dreamt about. That probably is a function more of me waking up every hour to check the clock, then trying to peace out again.