I’ve passed the euphoric and silly state. Now I’m just a zombie. I’ve been trying to get up to walk around for ten minutes now and I can’t seem to will my body into actually moving. How the hell do doctors pull these double shifts with little to no sleep and still manage to perform surgery? I don’t know if I could be trusted with a butter knife to spread peanut butter on toast, let alone surgery.

I am so overwhelmed by the generosity of my sponsors. So far I have a total pledge amount of $1477.30. I can’t believe it.

As you likely know, I write over at PittWatch where I report news and share photos of Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. It was Angelina Jolie who really made me sit up and pay attention to the UNHCR several years ago, made me realize what the organization does for refugees, and it’s because of her that I’m doing Blogathon for the UNHCR. Because of that, I nervously posted about it over on PittWatch, worried I’d get blasted for putting something like that on a celebrity fan site. Instead, I got encouragement in comments over there, emails, and comments here. And with the incredible number of readers over there, my pledge total shot almost five times higher than I had three years ago. I could not have asked for this and am thrilled beyond belief.

Thank you for your pledges, and thank you for the comments, everyone.

I have one hour left. The support has helped me get through 23 hours, and it will help me through this last one.

Now I’m going to force myself to get up and walk around a bit.

In no particular order:

1. I kept Caillou on for a full 30 minutes after Breanna fell asleep before I realized I was listening to Caillou whine for no good reason.

2. I went to go pee and stood in the hall for at least a minute before I remembered what I wanted to do and where.

3. I’ve started the unreasonable panic thing. It happened last time I did the Blogathon too. It’s when I post my entry and less than two minutes later I totally panic that I haven’t posted an entry yet, only to realize that yes I did. I then repeat this several times until the next post is due.

4. I came really close to being teary-eyed over how beautiful it is outside with the clouds and the sun and the colors out there. Jeez.

5. I want to put a movie on to keep myself awake but it’s too much effort despite the fact that the DVD player is three feet away from me and the movie I want to see is within three steps from where I’m sitting.

6. I’m wondering if I can pass the last hour and a half watching YouTube videos because it wouldn’t require me to get up.

How’s everyone else doing? Still hanging in there? We’ve almost made it!

Looks like I was lucky to be up to see the sun, because if this keeps up, we won’t see much of it today.

I don’t really care since I’m not planning on going anywhere other than bed later today. Just as long as there’s no thunderstorm that knocks out my power, it will all be fine. If I have to deal with a power failure this close to the finish line (come on last two hours, let’s go!), I will freak right out.

The sun is officially up.

Breanna is finally down and sleeping again. She had a big screamfest 15 minutes ago and I managed to get her to fall asleep. She’s lying on the couch cushions that I have spread on the floor. She looks so cozy that I would love to curl up next to her but I must resist.

Instead, I am having a Mars bar for breakfast. Because that screams HEALTHY.

Two and a half hours to go. I can do this. It helps that I drank so much water, coffee, and tea that I need to pee every five minutes.

I’ve officially reached the silly and screwed up phase. First example – I decided to change Breanna’s diaper (yes, she’s STILL up) and I meant to say, “let me change your diaper” but what came out of my mouth was, “let me change your envelope.” WTF?

Second example – while preparing to write this entry I had to sit and stare in confusion for a minute before remembering how to post something.

At this point, there isn’t enough coffee in the world that could properly wake me up. If an emergency occurs right now and I have to be alert and awake for the rest of the day, I would have to first stop off downtown and find someone selling cocaine.

I’m not usually up for the sunrise hour. The sun’s still not really up yet but it’s so light out now.

Awhile ago it was this beautiful indigo that I love so much.

Then it lightened to turquoise (pardon the blur – no flash through the window).

And out the back you can see the approaching gold of the sunrise on the way.

Obviously, there are many good reasons for doing the Blogathon this year. However, if I had to pick one non-obvious good reason, it would be that by being up for this, I got to see the full moon turn a deep, fiery orange before it sank below the trees.

I came so close to waking Hayley up just to let her see it.

And you know what? Neither is this little monkey:

George was up anyway, mixing some music, and then Breanna inexplicably woke up. Completely woke up. I figured it was easier to just go with it than fight it when 20 minutes had passed and she was still sitting up in bed talking to me about Elmo, so I brought her out. She was very pleasantly surprised to see that George was up too. She also wanted to know where Hayley was but I draw the line at her waking her anti-sleep sister up.

This isn’t all bad. For one thing, she’ll help to keep me awake. Also, she’ll probably be really funny when I get to the giddy phase, which I feel approaching. And finally, she’ll probably sleep in tomorrow once she finally goes back to sleep later. I hope.

And it was worth it to see her insane excitement when I showed her the full moon out front.

Well, clearly I am not looking quite as refreshed as I did earlier today when I was coiffed and somewhat perky.

Note to self – At some point in time you might want to consider renewing your relationship with your tweezers and do something with those eyebrows.

In my hand is a bag of delicious finger cookies, covered in dark chocolate. They are delicious and it took a great deal of self-restraint to close the bag and stop eating them.

Okay seriously. I remember my first Blogathon, and at one point you start getting really, really tired and you’re not sure you can keep going and you wonder if you’ll make it to the end… and then all of a sudden, the wall breaks and this euphoria hits you out of nowhere. Things get silly, absolutely everything is hilarious, and you have entered the giddy phase.

Well, dude, that giddy phase can hit me ANY TIME NOW because I am so sleepy and all I can think about is bed, bed, bed.