Saturday, 4 August 2012

'We feed the hand that bites us'





I am reading the first few pages of Tom Hodgkinson's How to be Idle, talking about how waking up with an alarm is the cruelest thing in the world. Here I am beside my little sister who is in one of her five-minute power naps that really turn out to be a one hour of snorefest.  

I am totally jealous of my sister in complete slumber because I haven't fully recovered from my battle with insomnia. It has been over a year now and I am past tired. I decided not to confront the enemy and instead learned to live with it. I don't blame my lack of sleep for ruining the course of the day. I go to that long stretch of tossing and turning and wait for myself to fall asleep.

The trouble is my mind is completely fucking me with all the highs & lows and I am resorting to inaction about things I still have to do.

I want to get out of this doom-oriented mess.

Seriously.




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