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The dead zone

Somewhere along the 19th hour of being awake, after keeping a 20 hour schedule for the last three days you find yourself in the dead zone. Your body and mind have given up on sleep and are no longer craving it, you know you are all set to crash but you are still too wired to hit the bed. You can feel your blog calling and your cell phone and your mind needs a battery recharge but you’d rather sit on the sofa, hold your partner in life and crimes hand and watch the television fade in front of you. Welcome to the dead zone.