sleep walking

I just took a three-minute nap in the shower. It seemed the safest place to shut my eyes--tiles slippery and hard.

My sleep deprivation manifests itself in different levels.
1. Punch-drunk loopy. Frequents Lake Powell, but rarely visits during the school year.
2. Weepy. Has resulted in me crying under mine and Conlin's bed (because that is, if nothing else, a logical and dignified place to cry).
3. Profanity-laden. Examples not included.
4. Indifferent/robotic. This one is the most popular. It's likely the last time you talked to me, I was functioning at this level.

I feel like I'm viewing my life through a fog machine. I know what's happening, but it's fuzzy. Chuch Palahniuk says it best: "Everything is so far away, a copy of a copy of a copy. The insomnia distance of everything, you can't touch anything and nothing can touch you."

I have to pull an all-nighter tonight...and maybe tomorrow night as well (never done two in a row..I'm terrified). I'm not sure what level of tired this is yet. Knock on wood it's number four. Or three. One and two are not very helpful.