So, I have been awake for about thirty six hours now. I'm approaching my previous record (38) and I plan to surpass it and have stayed up 40 hours! Whoo!
Yeah. There's sincerely no point to this. Basically I just like staying up for stupid amounts of time because the manic euphoria I get from doing so feels so much better to me than my usual depressed lethargy. Also, I know it's really bad for me, so I get to feel naughty the whole time, and if I feel naughty I get to pretend someone's going to do something about it. Oh yeah, didn't I mention this was a spanko blog too? Well, it is. I guess this is more of an introductory post than my first post which was really a depression vent. But I digress.
I've imagine very vividly, more than once today, that whenever I get to the end of this "staying up" spell... It's not just going to be me going to bed and finally succumbing to sleep of my own volition. It's going to be me, walking into my bedroom and confessing to my top that I have done something very unhealthy... I'll get a very sound spanking and promptly sent to bed. :) Yeah, I would much rather pretend that is going to happen instead of the entirely boring reality...
But hey! I was a freakin' hoot for about ten hours. Seriously. I was charming and funny and sent lots of very cute snapchats, helpful, and productive... Helped my mother get the dog to the groomer's and did several very overdue loads of laundry. I have no idea why I ever bother sleeping at all.
-Z
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