Tuesday, September 11, 2012

On sighs and the art of being tired

My latest pinup! I call it: ruthless slumber-luster. One of a kind folks, that’s right. It’s that piece that makes you twist your head and be very very unsure of what it even is. Quality here, people.

God, I’m so sleepy. I haven’t gotten good sleep in at least 3 nights. The first night was late at UtL, then woken up early in the morning by a low blood sugar, the second night was at the Asbury house (with the JJ, asthma, wheezing, and all) and last night was here at the dorm, trapped in a demented and stress filled dream where the only thing I could hear was my own voice going ‘What is wrong with my head? What is wrong with my brain? What is wrong? What is wrong?” because of how warped everything looked. (Also a low blood sugar should be added on top of that)  All I’ve wanted all freaking day was a nap, was a bit of rest, but now, at 1am when I’m SUPPOSED to be asleep ANYWAYS, I can’t even seem to manage it. My eyes drift themselves to assume the dreamiest, but sleep just dodges me like oil dodges water! Perhaps I could convince it? Let us see.