36 hours without sleep...

Wednesday morning I got up at 06.55. Having got loads done by 10, I decided to check on the launderette for available times. Well, no luck there, so I booked it for 07.00 the following morning. Emergency call from my old workplace last night at nine caused me to rush away and work the night. I warned my colleagues that I'd been up for a long time already and most likely would collapse a couple of hours into the shift. Well, I didn't. I actually managed to stay awake all night through. Got the bus home and walked through the front door two minutes to seven. Grabbed the bags of laundry that I'd prepared the previous evening and went to the launderette. Due to a chat to my tutor and lunch with my mother, I didn't rest until two-ish. And even then I didn't sleep, I was just relaxing watching Oprah thinking that at some point in my life I'm going to be an American housewife and wear colourful cardigans and pearl necklaces like the ones in Oprah's audience do. Admittedly I'm feeling pretty tired now. Makes me think of (lo and behold!) Times Past when I could work 25 hours in a row and then go out drinking with my African mates and desperately trying to learn how to pronounce "q" (the click noise). I managed pretty well after a while. Now I only remember the beginning of an African beer commercial song though and how to say "cut". Substantial brain damage anyone?