Day 6 - CRONE! CROOOOOO OOONE!

We had just walked into the conference hall. Sankalp said it was something about an ambassador from a foreign land. Everyone there looked dressed to the nines. Suits, top hats, and I think even spotted a monacle. The event itself was held inside an enormous conference center that was open air for about 5 stories. It was sectioned off into multiple enclosures, presumably so more events could be held at once.

I stared around blankly. Everything was too good looking. The people, the plants, even the rugs and (for some reason) the macintosh computers dating back to the 90's were good looking. The light had a weird, twilight quality to it as it streamed through the windows.

And then a desk came flying over one of the partitions. It rocketed past us, and I turned over to Eunice, who was blindly chatting with some good looking monacled man, and told her to get down. The desk came rocketing overhead and crashed into a group of slow pokes behind us.



Then the floor started shaking. I called out "EAAAARTHQUAAAAKE" as the tile below us buckled and splintered down the center of the conference building. Then hundreds of desks, just like the one before, came flying overhead, as if launched by a massive catapult from one of the other partitions. They were crashing all over the place, spilling papers and blood in equal measure.

Sankalp got my attention and pointed to what looked like a hidden exit. We began moving but got separated, leaving Eunice and I to walk our way past the chaos ourselves as Sankalp got swept up in a crowd. We ducked into a hallway only to find an armed gunman with a floating green hp bar above his head.

He shot me four times.

Unperturbed, I walked up to him and back handed him across the face with such force that his soul visibly left his body in a shower of blue sparks. Then I took his gun, noticed my semi-depleted healthbar, and continued to the exit, popping off shots every so often to keep the baddies at bay.

Sankalp was waiting for us outside. He glanced over my head, clearly reading my hp, and looked concerned. I nodded and he continued leading us down the steps that had, at some point, materialized in front of us.

"It was an attempted assassination." He said, jostling down the stairs in a tux. "They were going after the ambassador."

"And where are we going?" I asked.

"To where the ambassador actually is."

Sankalp then sprinted down the stairs faster than anyone can actually move. Eunice followed suit, bounding like an antelope down 6 steps at once. Being the only one who was not somehow superhuman, I tried to keep up but was soon left behind. And then I got hit by a cutscene. An old woman, garbed in a blue robe and covered in all kinds of jewelry, was following me. She was two flights above, so I snuck into an inlet and waited for her arrival.

She spotted me immediately upon rounding the stairs. Her big, evil eyes got wild, and she looked at me, pointed with some creepy fingers, and said "THE AMBASSADOR WILL BE--"

And then I kicked her off the ledge while yelling "CROOOOOOO OOOO OOOOOONNNE!"

I heard Sankalp cheering from what seemed like 10 flights below me. And then I woke up.

SO.

I'm back to business. After the shenanigans of Friday night, and basically a repeat on Saturday (unable to sleep during nap [I left the Basshunter concert to nap in my car. The bouncer was quite confused], oversleeping on 6-10 block), I did some more research into how to fit my social life into this polyphasic shenaniganfest.

The basic problem I've been having is that I am occasionally just too damn pumped to go to bed. It's very difficult to come out of a dance party at, say, 9:45, and try to get calmed down to the point where sleep is in option by 10:00.

I talked to some polyphasics on the forums and did some more research into the actual point/idea behind the uber schedule and I think I've gotten it figured out.

The uberman works off the idea of REM Rebound. This is sexy language for saying that when you're sleep deprived your brain prioritizes the sleep cycle it sends you into - REM being the most awesome (as should be obvious from above). One of the biggest hurdles in adapting is what is called Sleep Inertia. You know that feeling when you wake up that you should just keep on sleeping? That's what that is. And with uberman it's pretty much the most potent form of incapacitation on the market.

So I've formed a few new habits, have been sleeping in my living room instead of in my absurdly comfortable bed, and am working my way through my megalist.

Here's a list of the things I did while you were hibernating:

• Added a resume upload feature to the PIR system, tested it, styled it, and changed hook ups to uploaded documents system-wide
• Read 4 chapters of Personality Psychology and went over two weeks of notes/lectures
• Learned how to draw eyeballs (SOOO COOL) and a clenched fist
• Read an absurdly long list of comics, including XKCD, dinosaur comics, and saturday morning breakfast cereal
• Read the tech news on NYtimes, WIRED, and mashable
• Setup ftp capabilites for my cse course (would've been a 2 second operation, but, of course, WINDOWS)
• Ordered a sticker-whiteboard that's 6 feet wide and 4 feet tall (GOING IN THE OFFICE)
• Emailed business contacts without explaining why 4am is the best time for them to be receiving my message
• Watched 3 TED talks, spread them to buddies
• Watched "SEXY AND I KNOW IT" music video about 100 times
• Got admonished by my father, with him saying "you will die from a brain chemistry malfunction"

And it's only 8:00 AM.

Since I had those fallbacks I'll likely have to re-adapt essentially two days. So, though I'm now on day 6, I've apparently been set back. Though, judging by my current energy level and the awesomeness of that last dream, I think said setback may not last long.

Again, I'd like to thank all my buddies for putting up with this weird schedule, offering my dorm beds at 2am and their loving concerns. I couldn't do it without you.