Somnorexia is defined by the good folks at TIME Magazine as "the voluntary deprivation of sleep" to work, talk to people online in other countries (in my case, the coolest bitch ichiban - everyone else can GTFO) or play shitty games. However, as my mask of sanity recedes into the night and the morning beckons me to toil, my mind plays tricks on me; from the moment I rise to about lunchtime I repeat words in my head with semi-regularity and start to remember times long forgotten. I sometimes even start to miss people. What's with that? I mean, for a guy that merely feels fear and the absence thereof, you really gotta start to wonder. That's about as deep as I go. No, really.
Also: you start to feel heaps less cooler when your own mother has to remind you that you have one more week of uni holidays.