Staying Up All Night

A very important milestone in my life took place between the morning of Saturday, June 6, 2009 and Sunday, June 7, 2009. What was that milestone? Well, it was the first time I'd ever gone twenty-four hours without sleep! And, one might ask, why would I do such a stupid thing as staying up that long if I had no major homework assignment due the next day? Because I could, that's why!

Not that it was a conscious decision. I got home from work at 11:30, sat down in my room, talked to my roommate, surfed the internet, listened to music, and the next thing I knew it was six o'clock in the morning, and I only had three hours to go before the start of church*. Being one of those unusual people who has a hard time waking themselves up to get ready for church after only two-and-a-half hours of sleep, I decided that it would be best to wait until after church to go to bed. Which was a stupid idea.

To make a long story short, I made it through Priesthood (that's the first class of the day, since it's one of those crazy psycho wards that reverses the Proper Order of Things) and then I went home and slept for six hours. It was exciting. And sad.

I'm sure you can all guess the moral of this story, so I won't bother to say it.

What I'm pretty sure I looked like to everyone that saw me at church.

*Does anyone know why of the four student wards I've had, all four of them have started at nine o'clock in the morning? Because I sure can't figure it out.