Despite my exhaustion, I wanted to take my boyfriend out for his birthday. But I haven't slept more than a few hours in days, and I didn't sleep at all last night.

By 1:20 a.m. at the bus stop, I was hallucinating. I saw the sides of the enclosure moving around. A guitar that a man was carrying turned into a black labaorador. Nothing was what it should have been. Including my brain.

Conversation at 1:30 a.m.
Me: There was this kid that was trying to break the record for staying awake who stayed awake for like eleven days, and he did it without caffeine which is remarkable.
My boyfriend: Oh?
Me: Yeah. I can hardly make it two sandwiches.
My boyfriend: ...what?

As soon as I said the word "sandwiches," I felt profound confusion. Because it wasn't the word I was trying to say. Deep down in the sleep-deprived recesses of my consciousness, I had had the word "days" ready instead. However, despite this rational intention, somehow the word "sandwiches," a blip of random noise in the neural net, came out instead. And for a few seconds I just sat there in complete shock, trying to make sense of the disarray that had occurred.

I was so tired. I've never had such a blatant verbal confirmation of my exhaustion. And sandwhiches? really? Where in the world did that come from?