Date: 30.06.2008
Time: 12:06 p.m.
It should be a cardinal sin of nature’s to have grogginess be the after-effect of too much sleep. Sleep is (usually) peaceful, sleep is healing. So then why should oversleeping till eleven in the morning after eating ice-cream before going to bed the previous night lead to my waking up in full dispossession of all my senses? It is unfair, I tell you! Even now, as I am writing this out, after being awake, albeit only partially, for over an hour, I am just as close to being aware of my surroundings as a well-oiled pumpkin which has no business being coated with sunflower oil (of all things) in the first place, when it is unwittingly hurled into the firmament by a delinquent child who did not wish to be made to eat raw oiled pumpkin for supper.
That along with the fact that I am feeling incredibly lethargic, even more that my usual high standards of laziness and indolence, goes to say that it is extremely unethical to deny an insomniac the joy of making up for many hours of lost sleep. And that would be the sole reason for this outburst of mine, as I contemplate my position in the Universe in-between sneezing fits that last for more than fifteen sneezes per fit. Maybe I’m just coming down with a cold. Maybe I already have a cold. Or perhaps this could be another way for the world to tell me that there is nothing truly wrong with me and that all will be fine in the morning and that there is ‘no place like home’. Who knows? I certainly don’t, and can’t pretend to be the Holder-of-Knowledge-I-don’t-possess!
I have been going over a lot of songs that I’ve been listening to recently. Mentally, that is (no pun intended).These keep playing over and over inside my head with the correct lyrics and spacing of musical arrangements even though I am convinced that half the time I’m only making up the words. This must be a seasonal affliction as I recall experiencing the same phenomenon regularly over the period of last year, and the year before and many other years before that year that I cannot possibly be expected to keep track of, especially since I’m already overstretching my mental capacities by remembering the lyrics of my favourite songs.
It has been raining all morning and the weather is a lovely excuse to go outside and enjoy the abundance of the elixir of (my) life all over the streets and buildings and beloved trees. I meant water, for those yet uninitiated into my propensity for drinking water at every chance I get. It’s mainly a part of my initiative to enjoy this precious liquid to its full extent as long as it is available, before it is unparliamentarily destroyed by environmental pollution. See? I am such a concerned global citizen. Membership to this club of mine, the one that advocates drinking water to one’s heart’s content is open to all and sundry!
Now that I am almost completely awake and aware enough to notice the twitching of my nose at the slightest hint of dust, I feel ready to launch my plans of taking over the world. This will begin with my attack on the bed in which I was hitherto sleeping, lying down, resting, curled up, and also indulging in a variety of other somnolent postures. Since I have kept my room somewhat neat and orderly for the last few days, I must maintain these lofty human ideals and make my bed. It is a task that requires utmost concentration available to mankind and the greatest of energies that my limbs possess. Having said all that I must depart the realm of my scattered thoughts and bid a teary goodbye to my wordy-friends as I go forth and conquer the Universe. Maow!
End: 12:38 p.m.
Time: 12:06 p.m.
It should be a cardinal sin of nature’s to have grogginess be the after-effect of too much sleep. Sleep is (usually) peaceful, sleep is healing. So then why should oversleeping till eleven in the morning after eating ice-cream before going to bed the previous night lead to my waking up in full dispossession of all my senses? It is unfair, I tell you! Even now, as I am writing this out, after being awake, albeit only partially, for over an hour, I am just as close to being aware of my surroundings as a well-oiled pumpkin which has no business being coated with sunflower oil (of all things) in the first place, when it is unwittingly hurled into the firmament by a delinquent child who did not wish to be made to eat raw oiled pumpkin for supper.
That along with the fact that I am feeling incredibly lethargic, even more that my usual high standards of laziness and indolence, goes to say that it is extremely unethical to deny an insomniac the joy of making up for many hours of lost sleep. And that would be the sole reason for this outburst of mine, as I contemplate my position in the Universe in-between sneezing fits that last for more than fifteen sneezes per fit. Maybe I’m just coming down with a cold. Maybe I already have a cold. Or perhaps this could be another way for the world to tell me that there is nothing truly wrong with me and that all will be fine in the morning and that there is ‘no place like home’. Who knows? I certainly don’t, and can’t pretend to be the Holder-of-Knowledge-I-don’t-possess!
I have been going over a lot of songs that I’ve been listening to recently. Mentally, that is (no pun intended).These keep playing over and over inside my head with the correct lyrics and spacing of musical arrangements even though I am convinced that half the time I’m only making up the words. This must be a seasonal affliction as I recall experiencing the same phenomenon regularly over the period of last year, and the year before and many other years before that year that I cannot possibly be expected to keep track of, especially since I’m already overstretching my mental capacities by remembering the lyrics of my favourite songs.
It has been raining all morning and the weather is a lovely excuse to go outside and enjoy the abundance of the elixir of (my) life all over the streets and buildings and beloved trees. I meant water, for those yet uninitiated into my propensity for drinking water at every chance I get. It’s mainly a part of my initiative to enjoy this precious liquid to its full extent as long as it is available, before it is unparliamentarily destroyed by environmental pollution. See? I am such a concerned global citizen. Membership to this club of mine, the one that advocates drinking water to one’s heart’s content is open to all and sundry!
Now that I am almost completely awake and aware enough to notice the twitching of my nose at the slightest hint of dust, I feel ready to launch my plans of taking over the world. This will begin with my attack on the bed in which I was hitherto sleeping, lying down, resting, curled up, and also indulging in a variety of other somnolent postures. Since I have kept my room somewhat neat and orderly for the last few days, I must maintain these lofty human ideals and make my bed. It is a task that requires utmost concentration available to mankind and the greatest of energies that my limbs possess. Having said all that I must depart the realm of my scattered thoughts and bid a teary goodbye to my wordy-friends as I go forth and conquer the Universe. Maow!
End: 12:38 p.m.
6 comments:
*Sluggishly leaves a comment here*
Well, as far as I know, I think - more so - believe, that
OH BUGGER. I'm about as lazy as a large garden lizard in the heat of May in the Sahara. OR in the chill of winter in the Arctic.
So, make a comment here by yourself :P
Sluggish syndrome, eh? I am affected. You know that very well, don't you? That is why I don't comment, see?
sleep!! yeah!! sleep is awesome!! only if i can get any...my sleeping timings are from 2 am to 7 am these days.
Insomnia Rocks!
N
oh, yeah, i know the feeling.
first you deal with insomnia, than wierd dreams, then a desire to roll back and sleep again... but guess what? insomnia's glaring you in the face!
PS; I see you like the bartimaues trilogy... 'coincidentally' I just finished reading the last.
Kaz: *shakes head exasperatedly*
It would've been nice to have even an "Oh hell, this is a funny post!". Blah you. I have to be narcissistic for myself. Not Fair! :P
Steelbunz: Oh go hang! :P *Calls you a female canine*
Nothingman: I swear! Oh well, insomnia can be inspiring sometimes. *grins*
Clezevra: Oh the Bartemaeus trilogy is hilarious! And the ending rocks like anything! What other books do you like? :)
Aha!! I go to bed at 4 in the morning and wake up at 12noon. HA!! Atleast as long as vacs are on!!
What do you have to say to that?
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