In another picture of the day ‘first’, I haven’t slept at all since yesterday’s post. Not a wink. In fact, the last time I was in bed was at about 9am yesterday.

None of this was through choice, last night’s storm was so noisy that there was no way of settling down at all, the window was banging around and the wind was blowing so hard through the building you could hear it screaming down the corridors. So, after a vain attempt to fall into the land of nod, I just sat and watched films all night instead.

Today’s picture was taken at ‘sunrise’. Yeah. This kind of thing doesn’t happen everyday so I thought I’d nip out and watch the sun come up. I did go out, but I mainly just stood in the rain watching the sky getting a bit lighter.

You’ll hate me for saying this, but I feel just fine right now. 36 hours without any sleep and I’m surprised that I’ve not collapsed in a heap on the floor. I look bloody awful, but I feel about as tired as on any normal day.

This worries me slightly for two reasons. The first is that I’m slightly paranoid about suddenly passing out – the main reason why I’m going to force myself just to go to bed tonight, tired or not. I’m sure I’ll fall asleep just fine when I hit the sack – it’s much quieter outside tonight.

The second reason is this, and it’s a complete contrast to the first one: have I been wasting my life away going to bed every night when I could get away with going every other night? I’m not even going to think about how many hours I could have saved. However, this is also highly unlikely. If I can find a free couple of days I’ll be sure to try it again though.

So there we go – I will actually go to bed now, although I won’t say goodnight just in case it happens all over again.