What's wrong with Emma?

In todays episode, we ask the question, "What's wrong with Emma?".

So, what is wrong with me. I have two possible diagnoses: a brain tumour or being secretly drugged with some experimental drug designed to produced some sort of super warrior. One of the guys at work has a third possibility, he thinks that I am developing super powers.

For nearly a week now, I've been surving on a ridiculously small amount of sleep. Not just surving, thriving. Every second or third night, I'm sleeping fairly normally, but the rest of the time I can't manage more than 3 hours. The weird thing is that on the days I haven't slept, I feel fine. Without even needing coffee, I can survive a normal days work and even be in a good mood while I do it. In fact I've been in a very good mood, thinking that everything is strangely hilarious, especially my workmates. This, of course, supports the "on drugs" hypothesis.

The days after I have slept on the other hand, I feel less than fabulous. This makes it harder for me to force myself to try to sleep, knowing that I feel worse after I do than when I don't.  I keep expecting it to catch up to me one day, and I'll go crashing down in heap too exhausted to move, but so far it hasn't happened. I suppose it will one day. We'll have to wait and see.