warped puddin

Man I feel like I was just sent through a warp engine, and was shot out into space. I have cleared the hurtle of 72 hours of no sleep with plenty to go. I dont know if it is plain insomnia or this damn job. Smoking is my only saviour now. It is keeping me stable as I sit here at my desk. My brain feels like the crumbs from the point of a pencil that has just broken off. I hope I can lay down at least a little before I head into my second gig. No rest for the wery you know!!