3 days, no sleep except for one three hour cat nap, eyelids feel heavy as concrete mix bags, neck hurts, legs are spastic, mouth tastes sour, I am ready to dissolve into the land of the unconcious, I may coma for awhile but I'll wake once more, ready to eat and drink the sunshine, bathe in the rain and fog, wrap myself in the elements, warm myself from strangers' grins, listen to the clouds, watch the passing wind, feel the reds and browns once again, as I taste the clangs and whistles on the outside of my teeth and gums.