too old to screw with my sleep cycle

Saturday night I hosted a party at my house. People were invited. I even liked some of them. And at 5:30am, when there were people still sitting across from the fire pit in my back yard, i said to myself, "Why aren't I tired?"

I am too old to be "partying" like a rock star til the wee hours of the morning. But I wasn't sleepy. I was still telling stories about myself and cutting others off mid-sentence. At one point I announced, "I could totally drive a car right now, people!" And I could. There was bright sky above when the last two people crawled into the spare bedroom and we all went to sleep.

What I had wasn't sleep. It was a nap. I got up at 8:30am took down all the party decorations, washed the dishes, put the garbage out, cleaned and put away the empties and scrubbed the scuff marks off the floor. Still, no sign of weariness or fatigue.

I met some friends for brunch and kept up with the conversation without even succumbing to a slow blink. We walked back to my apartment and made plans to see a movie that afternoon. Then at 30 hours of awake time minus a 2-hour nap, I sat down on my couch for a few minutes. and fell into a coma.

It seemed so strange and exhilarating to be awake and alert for so long. I hear about people going out all night and coming home when those losers asleep at 10pm every night are heading to work. It is now painfully clear that I am one of those losers caught in a brief instant of drug-like symptoms of youth; and crashed HARD.

I got up after 13 hours of sleep and still went to work puffy-eyed, sluggish and looking 20 years older. "Yikes!", was the greeting I got when I walked into the office this morning. Someone even bought me a coffee without me asking. It was mostly likely the semi-conscious grunting and drooling oozing from my work space.

This is going to be one long bastard of a week.