I was wholeheartedly enjoying Second Pride and having a good time being there and blogging about it, the first eleven days. On Tuesday it was like a trapdoor opened beneath me and I just fell into a grey haze. No feelings whatsoever and no dreams or thoughts either, just an all-encompassing weariness and fatigue.
During the 72 hours from Tuesday until Thursday, I must have slept through 60 of them. Every third or fourth hour I would wake up drink some and/or go to the bathroom. Most of the times I was only half-awake for about 30 minutes to an hour, sometimes up to four hours, but throughout I was still extremely drowsy.
Finally around noon on Friday I did wake up and started feeling somewhat alert. I was famished and heated one of those emergency-pizzas I keep in the fridge. After eating and watching some TV, I went back to bed and slept through the night.
Strange, really strange! *said with a French accent*
