7:15 AM---*groggy, irritated...and a wee bit hungry*
LOCATION--- living room couch...a blanket tucked around my waist.
Imagine the heights. I have vacations and I have slept so much...too too much...that my body refuses to sleep anymore. And I keep wondering...what the hell am I doing with my life?
Here I am, finally having pushed off the blanket after an utterly pathetic 2 hours of trying to doze off. I have revisited my past boyfriends, present crushes, future hopes...analyzed them together and apart, compared them and ended up feeling guilty for it. Missed them, hated them and loved them all in these two hours...no, now THREE hours of ‘trying to sleep’.
God help the pathetic me.
Now I sit back here, on my couch and I finally find a pen from the heap of clutter that is my bedside table, and try to write something. Anything. Anything to ward off this non-sleepy nightmare. Thank God for blogs. Or is there some like the prodigious ‘Yahoo’ guy I must end up worshipping? I’ve got to check that up in my infinite spare time.
You know what’s making me feel worse? I can actually hear ‘humans’ outside waking up from their perfectly normal routines of sleeping AT night and waking up in the morning. Maybe they are up for a morning stroll. You’d say...I could try going out there too. Could I not? Alas, my friends, I have not been gifted with an active enthusiasm for life. I prefer to sit back and waste away gloriously.
I’m actually dreading the point where the household wakes up and sees me up so early. My mum might just adore me for a few minutes until she realises I haven’t slept at all. Her momentary joyous fantasy of getting to see me up early will wither away into a nasty hysteria of ‘I told you so’. No offence, mum. (I hate to admit it.. But the woman is always right!)
I’m particularly missing that sleep inducing tea mum was eyeing that day at the super mart. I also remember painfully how I scoffed and dragged her away from it. “Why would anyone have tea to sleep?! It’s all a pile of rubbish!”
I could try a pile of rubbish right now...
At least I’ll be doing something normal; (obviously if we omit the necessary details) I would actually be drinking TEA AT 7:15 am in the morning. J
Dear God, how badly am I in need of a normal routine? I think I should get back to criticizing the boyfriends... that is far less depressing. ;D
Angel.
