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hour 2: 9ish am.

i feel fantastic. ready to role. music is key, as well as Christ in me. (what? rhyme? no flippin way.) there's gonna be no winner, the only reward is sleep... the only fault is the need for sleep. i can't give a good reason why i'm doing this. bahhhh. sheep. my answer to your question is 'why not'. and legitmately so... if ever i was gonna do it, this's the time. no exams papers or presentations in the next days, i work at sbux, (half problem solved..) i have no children, or significant others to stay responsible too, its simply a test of my body, and if God takes care of it. i'm gonna avoid caffiene. fruit, juices and water. and the holy spirit. whoooo! sleep fasting. i'm gonna try to make this as spiritual as possible.

hour 10 1/2: 5:30 pm.

i feel fantastic. the day went by really fast. no signs of exhaustion or mental breakdown. this usually doesn't happen to me untill hour 30, so my pre-floaty excitement has to last for another 20 hours. oh well, i've got time. i've got time....

hour 19 1/2: 3:25 am.

i feel fantastic. jovial memories of enflamed red little boys who are really men dancing with two sleeves made into legs. blue angels. ketchup chips and halo. nipple rubbing with beard. weird, but so normal under the circumstances.
"your nipples are harder than my lips."
"yeah. they're freaking unbelievable."

hour 24 1/2: 7:32 am.

i feel fantastic. minus the knowledge of knowing i have to drive again soon... which wasn't a big deal, until i was alone and therefore screwed. even now.. i've done this so many times i don't know why this is hard. seems to me like the pros of sleeping outweigh the cons of not succeeding. but fruit i shall eat, praise to God i shall give, and pee lots i shall. bring it on day 2..