One of the s that stayed on last night was here, at my desk. A very important project had to be ready for this morning and so I stayed up again, making all the adjustments needed for things to go smooth today. I was really happy to sit in that cab at 4:30 am this morning. Just a few precious hours of sleep and I am back at the desk, after a short presentation.
The writer in the office next to me just started singing with a really incredible voice. I knew that he played guitar quite amazingly, but I have never heard him sing.
Lack of sleep results in my body just going into auto-pilot mode. So I am not even sure if I am really writing this. I do feel the size of my skin however, as it seems to be covered with tiny crawling electrical discharges. My brain has been replaced by a larger, more cottony model, slower and less worried about possible mistakes. I would not recommend to myself any us of any heavy machinery.
Last night was not so bad actually. My record period of continuos work without sleep will hopefully remain the 64 hours I spent working on an animation project for a German bank, but that was in 1992.
(And yes, productivity does drop after the first 16 hours.)