One Apple A Day #103
I need to sleep. I read somewhere that the effects of sleep deprivation are almost the same of being drunk. Probably this is why I’m reasonably happy considering the situation I’m in.
I don’t know what happen to our brain when we don’t sleep for days, like me. I’m not a scientist and to be honest, even if I was one I wouldn’t be able to find any logic capability in my brain. I haven’t slept for days. Maybe three, I can’t remember precisely. In the last few hours, my memories are fading. Things get confused in my mind. It’s all blurry. Even doing the silliest task is becoming tricky. My eyes, legs and hands are still working. But it looks like I’m burning new bridges every day.
My only hope is Joanna.
She’s the experiment leader. And my best friend two. The only reason why I accepted to become a guinea pig, is her. She told me that at some point, the absence of sleeping would create significant limits to my intellectual skills.
So, now I’m here. A little drunk, no idea of what I have to do.
The only thing I know is that I want to sleep, but I can’t.
So, I write in the hope to find the peace I’m looking for.