I get loopy after a certain point. My last trip to New York, the tail end of it went like this: dress rehearsal at Carnegie Hall, last minute sight-seeing, back to hotel to put on concert clothes, bus ride to Carnegie, performance (2 hours), bus ride to "dinner cruise" (which is a euphamism for a bunch of teenagers dancing to horrid music), back to hotel, last-minute packing, goofing off, showers, etc., bus ride to Jersey, get on plane, go home. Sleep. Of course nobody slept for about the entire trip, because we were too busy being like "ZOMFG MANHATTAN!" It's not our fault. How many people have heard of Venice, Florida? Anyway, moral of the story is that I ended up asking the squeaky window on the bus (on the way to Newark) if it had a mouse in its pocket. The entire front of the bus was laughing, and I was so sleep deprived that I laughed with them.
I love sleep. I'm sleep-deprived now. Can you tell?