There was one time, about 10 years ago, before I was even aware I had an immune system, much less that it was plotting against me, when I stayed awake for just over a month straight. No sleep, not even a nap, just stay up all night, then shower, change and go to work, come home to stay up all night again. God, was I pissed. I was convinced that if I didn't get some sleep, I'd have to start randomly punching people in the supermarket til they had to knock me out to arrest me. I'm still not even sure how I got thru my shifts at work, or took care of my then-preschool aged eldest son.
Eventually, I hit on a solution that actually worked, though I don't recommend it for those with a compromised immune system.
I started by buying two fifths of scotch, and scheduling a week off of work (that turned out to be a very smart thing, too). Then I spent the entire night after I put my son to bed sitting in my darkened livingroom, listening to the stereo, and polishing off a good chunk of the first bottle. Apparently, the sun came up at some point, and my roommate got home, though I still have no memory of a lengthy conversation she swears we had around daybreak. In fact, I really don't recall much of anything for the next 5 days, as I was blissfully unconscious.
I've had to repeat the procedure twice, but can't anymore due to some rather stern words my doctor had for me when I described it the last time I had a bout of insomnia. Now he insists that I take yet another pill in order to sleep.
Funny thing is, I rarely drink at all, otherwise. I think it's been.. ummmm 6-7 weeks since I had an ameretto sour while waiting at a restaurant bar for my table, lol.
"Bleh" sums it up nicely, don't you think?