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savetheearth2013-10-01 12:53 pm
dancingonapin) wrote in savetheearth2013-10-01 12:53 pm
03 ✝ [video; laptop computer - morning]
[Coming over the video feed is a rather concerned Dr. Francis Fell who, while not looking any worse for the wear in a physical way, seems considerably freaked out.]
I think all of this is starting to get to me. The talking animals, the physically morphing people, these weird pulses and all of the oddities that go with them, actual government conspiracies, and now weird lights appearing in the sky related to some mystical garbage I can't even begin to comprehend? On top of the stress built up from unrelated dangerous incidents that have happened to me these past few months.
Thanks to those damn lights, I had another pulse, a strong one, and now I can't sleep. Or rather, I don't want to sleep. Or rather, I've found that if I try to go to sleep I get this overwhelming feeling that I'm not allowed to sleep or shouldn't be sleeping caused undoubtedly by some odd paranoia and sense of duty to remain vigilant in these trying times.
The first two days I started feeling this, I managed to force about three hours of sleep each night. It is now seven in the morning and I have not slept for five days straight, and somehow I am able to function perfectly fine as though I have been getting my eight hours. I think this is actually scaring me more than if I was dead tired and turning into a zombie.
I think I need to see a doctor?
I think all of this is starting to get to me. The talking animals, the physically morphing people, these weird pulses and all of the oddities that go with them, actual government conspiracies, and now weird lights appearing in the sky related to some mystical garbage I can't even begin to comprehend? On top of the stress built up from unrelated dangerous incidents that have happened to me these past few months.
Thanks to those damn lights, I had another pulse, a strong one, and now I can't sleep. Or rather, I don't want to sleep. Or rather, I've found that if I try to go to sleep I get this overwhelming feeling that I'm not allowed to sleep or shouldn't be sleeping caused undoubtedly by some odd paranoia and sense of duty to remain vigilant in these trying times.
The first two days I started feeling this, I managed to force about three hours of sleep each night. It is now seven in the morning and I have not slept for five days straight, and somehow I am able to function perfectly fine as though I have been getting my eight hours. I think this is actually scaring me more than if I was dead tired and turning into a zombie.
I think I need to see a doctor?
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[Francis glances at the coat. What a heavy thing it was.
He pours the hot tea into two mugs for the both of them, and sets both mugs on the coffee table, bringing the tea pot to rest on the table as well. There's also plenty of cream and sugar.]
Oh, you mean my collection? Well, I'd like to think so. Most of it is books on theology, but I have one or two shelves of miscellaneous works of fiction... Mostly comedy.
[He gives John a grin.]
This lack of sleep might at least help me catch up on all of my reading, at least.
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[ Although, honestly, it's too late. Many times has he thought about how much time he'd have to read if he didn't have to sleep so much. Woe. ]
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Not the most conventional way to put more time into my schedule... I'm sure time dilation would've been much more useful than what I ended up with. Really, you shouldn't envy me until we know for sure that the lack of sleep isn't killing me, doctor. Speaking of which, is there anything you need to know about me to help with your assessment?
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Have you had problems sleeping before?