Going to a huge party after weeks of cocooning and a week of sleep-dep = suboptimal. Was good to see people, but my inability to have a coherent conversation or follow a thought to the end of its track was really frustrating. My brain on that much sleep-dep is very like my brain on some of the Hell Medications. It was a flashback I did not need or want. Also my physical energy was incredibly low, so rather than flitting about, I was pretty rooted in my chair for the whole party. I was too tired to go fetch my knitting.
So if I did not converse with you or did so only awkwardly, it's not that I didn't want to, it's that I wasn't capable of real conversation.
(An annoyance: I'd taken by the end of the evening to excusing myself in advance, saying "My brain and I are really not functional right now." If I do this, and I pray I shall not have to again? Do not insist to me that I'm functioning just fine. GRR. If I say I am having a difficulty with my brain, why do you think you know better than me?)
Minor seizure activity towards the end of the evening, also simple partial and not complex partial. The music did not drastically change tempo, the firespinners were not in slow motion, et cetera, so I know I didn't have a loss of/altered consciousness.
Woke up at 4something today, got little bits of sleep here and there after that.