I'm such an insomniac!
Well, I'm not sure if that's the perfect word for my disposition. Its not that I can't sleep, its more like I don't want to. I'd sit around my computer and smoke a zillion cigarettes, and already its 2am! I've been so out of it lately that my face is starting to do crazy things in protest!
(-) I've developed a new breed of eyebags that one could use for storing what-nots like loose change or stash smoke-able weed.
(-) My nose and forehead are always shiny and slick with oil that I just scrape off of my face in the morning to fry eggs.
This is so bad, but feels so good!
(+) Well, not all bad. At least I enjoy a few minutes of zit killing infront of the mirror once every so often. (Kadiri!!!)
I think I'm hooked. I don't know what to do. I swoon in delight just sitting around doing nothing and listening to music, and feeling tired but resisting the natural urge to sleep. Its so addictive! I don't quite understand the feeling, being that I'm new at this, but maybe when I've arranged a few words to articulate this novel emotion, I'd write another one of these bloggy things.
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1 comment:
Your not alone,Im worst than you
are.Im working a graveyard shift
somewhere here in the U.S. for
5 years.The thing is,I cannot sleep
nights anymore.Im like a vampire,I
only sleep days..
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