Divali, Fireworks & Sleep Deprivation
Where I live Divali means fireworks, or more precisely, an obscene quantity of fireworks. For the past few days there have been sporadic sustained releases of fireworks and they have been annoying but today they have been going off non-stop since I arrived home this evening and it seems the entire national supply of fireworks are being used in my neighbourhood tonight!
Whilst I'm sure that the fireworks are very pretty (it is pissing with rain and I'm not going outside to check), the noise is infuriating. I now have a deep and meaninful understanding of how life must have felt like living in Beirut in the 1980s or more recently in Chechnya.
Anyway combined with the heavy air traffic at Heathrow tonight I am unable to get any sleep. So tomorrow I will be like a participant in Philip Zimbardo's Stanford Prison Experiment in the early 70s :(
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Sleep deprivation is teh win!
Worst I've been is probably a 4 day (and night) drinking session at uni, got so bad we were in the pub on the last day at 3pm, and I kept seeing blue lasers flashing around at the corners of my eyes, people walking around who weren't really there, and an overwhelming urge to collapse into a puddle of jacky drizzle and be done with it!
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