Staying up for more than 18 hours is usually a challenge for me (depending on motivation and whether or not I want to actually be functioning), so 36+ hours of sheer wakefulness isn’t exactly high on my list of Super Fun Things To Do. However.
If that forced wakefulness results in hours of early morning silliness with your best friend, I’d say it is highly worth it. All in all, though, the end result is the same: one very, very tired you. Depending on what you have scheduled for the next day and how much time you have, there are a variety of approaches to take for post-crazy-night recoup.
Option 1/a day: sleep all the next day and night. (I actually don’t recommend this one, it’ll really throw your sleeping pattern off).
Option 2/a few hours: if you’ve got a bit of time, I highly recommend exercise, no matter how disgustingly bleary-eyed or mussed-hair or dead you are. I know it sounds like the most repulsive thing ever after a night of shenanigans, but it wakes you up, gets you energized, and stimulates you; a short run or bike ride will do the trick. Resist the urge to take a long, hot shower, as this will only lull you into a very sleepy mood. The best route is an average-length shower, warm water, good scrubbing and shampooing (feels refreshing), and ended with a short blast of cold water to jolt you awake. You probably won’t be in the mood to mess around with clothes, hair, and makeup, so opt for a simple hair/makeup look and use a tried-and-true outfit that you’re comfortable in. (NOTE: don’t dress sloppily or overly comfy – dressing well will keep you awake and make you feel good, not sleepy). This is best if you have to be somewhere later on in the day and, more importantly, have to be functioning.
Option 3/an hour or so: if you’re pressed for time and need to be somewhere (why did you pull a crazy all-nighter on a Sunday night, silly?), doing a few push-ups and crunches will suffice for getting you going. Again, opt for a short, warm/cold-blast shower and a simple look (bright colours wake you up!).
Option 4/mere minutes: worst-case scenario. Apres all-nighter, work. Late for work. Must look decent. No time to even shower. AGHHHHH. Brain not functioning. So what do you do? Wash your face in COLD water, use invigorating face wash (or, if you’re really sapped for time, some nice-smelling facial wipes – eep!), wrap your hair in a chic, messy bun OR a slick pony, and slip into a comfy-yet-work-appropriate outfit. Avoid at ALL COSTS dressing down. No matter how tired and crummy you feel, wearing ratty jeans or sweats will only seduce you into a mental state of zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…
What sparked me to write that? Well, at the moment, I’ve been awake now for… (strains to count)… 37 1/2 hours, give or take. Oh wait, there was that 20-minute nap on the porch, hmm… At any rate, I had to wake up and look presentable for church in just under 2 hours. [The event: the youth group acting as “security” staked out in the youth room overnight – security for the rental stuff for the parish festival. Lame, I know, but my best friend and I slipped off to the playground – WHEE, playground! – around 2 a.m. and were completely, utterly, brain-numbingly silly for 3 hours in the wee hours of the mornin’… while the rest of the holy do-gooders sang praise & worship songs in the parking lot. Mmm, not exactly my cup of tea. I had much more fun concocting some sort of utterly nonsensical script for our nonexistant TV show, in which we both seemed to be very, very drunk. But I digress.] I was home by 7:20, went for a quick 2-mile run (motivated to move faster by horse flies, ugghh), took a warmish shower and ended it with a bout of very, very cold water. I threw together a very colourful, funky outfit and headed off to mass at 8:45 (during which I managed to lose all my wakefulness and fall asleep at least twice)(but I did come up with some sketches to do).
The point of all this being: no matter how utterly crappy you feel, force yourself to wake up and look decent after a crazy all-nighter.
PS: that strawberry is one of about 5 grown in our garden that have actually ripened decently and are edible (and haven’t been previously nibbled by bunnies)