This one time in Paris
This one time I was in Paris and I decided I wanted to try and see if I could stay awake for 48 hours. you know, just for kicks. so I started to and we all went out and we lied down in the Trocadero, in front of the Eiffel Tower, at around 3am, and I was thinking, wow I'm laying down at 3am in the Trocadero, right in front of the Eiffel Tower. So then we all went to a friend's place at around 6am and people started dropping like flies. To sleep I mean. They started to fall asleep, one by one. But I had to stay awake because I had only been up for around 29 hours. I wanted to stay awake for 48 hours. So to keep myself busy I started to write about how I would kill everyone in the room. One guy I would pour boiling water on his face, one person I'd stab in the neck. Stuff like that. Just to keep busy, I wasn't going to kill anyone. But I was going a little crazy from staying awake for 29 hours and I got a little afraid that maybe I would start killing all these sleeping people. I felt so lonely in the world and also an incredible pain. I think it was from lack of sleep. So all of the sudden I noticed my eyes closing and for about 5 minutes I fell asleep. So I failed. In my challenge to stay awake for 48 hours, I mean. THen people started waking up, wondering if I had stayed awake and how they were going to die. I lied and said I had stayed awake. Then we all left for breakfast and I noticed I had lost my key. In front of the Eiffel Tower, in a park, not in Trocadero. This wasn't fun and for the rest of the day I commuted to and from Paris to the suburbs to get it all straightened out. Because that's where the landlord lived. I saw a fat man in a speedo whose body was fully oiled. He was nice about helping me find the key. But it was kind of weird. He had been sunbathing. So finally I got home and put the key in the keyhole and the door didn't open and I crumpled to the ground and wanted to cry. From frustration, but also because, at this point, I hadn't slept in 41 hours. Then, as I lay there, someone called me and it turned out someone had kept my key. so I went and got it, smiled a lot because I was so happy and I finally made it back to my apartment - where I slept for 27 hours and then things all went back to normal.
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