I didn't sleep last night, but when I was in philosophy class today, I started having hallucinations
. Does that count?
There I am, in the middle of nowhere. There's just, blank, white space all around me, and the girl sitting next to me from class. I tap her on the shoulder, and she turns around and just starts railing on me. She yells about how I should've stayed awake for class, how I shouldn't be bugging her, and how she's got to take this test before the Buddha rises up and decides that Nirvana isn't all it's cracked up to be and starts letting loose with the not-so-good intentions.
I push my chair back a little, and she starts talking about Full House, and accusing me of having Olsen twin fantasies and being named DJ and all, I was likely to have some disgusting things going on in my life.
I was about to reply, when Ben Crowe, my teacher, leaps onto my head and starts screaming about Plato's theory of forms and how much I should love tableness. And all I could do was sit there and take it, while trying to remember what the 5 aggregates of the human condition were.
Then I'd jolt up in my chair, look around, and get back to writing.
I've been awake 32 hours and counting...