Today marks the fourth time in two weeks that I had gone on for 36 hours without sleep.

During the two weeks, I had my laptop die (again) on me, had lost a friend in an utterly senseless way, and had the worst moment of my entire professional life on Monday morning, right after I had pulled an all-nighter hours ago and was mentally, psychologically and physically stretched.

This is insane. At this rate I’m going, I will collapse very, very soon. Tomorrow shall be an enforced off day. I really cannot take one more fuck-up.

I’m off to bed. I’ll probably sleep for a month.