Once, through a perfect storm of stupidity. Me and my mormon friend decided to stay up as long as we could, and on hour 64 I had to meet a friend of mine in Ipswich. I didn't have enough money to buy beer, so I bought a litre of vodka and a litre of dandelion and burdeock. I found them, but drank it all in an hour to catch up. The last thing I remember is being asked to leave a churchyard at 7pm. The next thing I remember is the next morning. Apparently part of my evening consisted of falling asleep in the town square. Fuck knows. I got back to school on autopilot, but apparently once there, I was totally unresponsive.