Why am I trying to blog right now

I've been awake for 40 hours at this point and my brain is telling me this is the most optimum time to blog,
which really doesn't make sense since I have been barely functioning since ummmmmmm noon
and this brain was not very helpful when I needed it to finish my chemistry homework that would have been incredibly easy if not for this lack of sleep (It took twice as long and I did twice as bad)
and I've been saying stupid things all day since the filter from my brain to my mouth is temporarily unavailable
and this brain could barely even help me calculate exactly how many hours I've been awake so I just rounded it to 40.

But still it insists that instead of sleeping I write.

I think I have a very curious brain.
It wants to know what I can accomplish without its help.

Or maybe it thinks this would make a funny blogpost
(this is disappointingly not funny)

Or maybe it thinks that because I haven't written anything for a few days and I have a lot on my mind that writing would help that.

Or maybe it just knows that writing makes me sleepy.

Or maybe everything makes me sleepy at this point.
You could put me on a roller coaster right now and I'd probably fall asleep.

That's a lie because I'm not even on a roller coaster right now and I'm still awake.

So I worked 14 hours straight last night, which I highly recommend if you're poor and go to school but which I do not recommend you to attempt this more than once a month... or maybe a year... or your life. It's too much work. By 8 in the morning you will be looking jealously around you at all the people who got sleep the night before while nodding off if you hold still for more than ten seconds.

The reason I worked so much last night was because I have two jobs and one of them was an overnighter and then I had training to complete after I was done with work at 5:30am.

I am so tired.

I thought this blog post would be more awesome than it is because I thought maybe it would be different from my normal writing, and it is.
It's different.
It's worse.
I've never tried to write anything with so little brain capacity but now I'm starting to realize why.
Also why do I keep trying to correct the typing errors I'm making. I should just let that happen.
But apparently I'm still a perfectionist even now.

Okay sleep is sounding more interesting than this blog post now so goodnight.