On not being able to sleep…

12:18 AM
At my (still messy) Cervini corner

In six or seven hours, I will have to get my sleepy ass up from the bed, do the necessary and usual morning ceremonies (like bathing and stuff), put on a smart casual attire, and travel by a trike and two trains to my internship work. Only a few hours to doing all those, and yet, I’m still up. I should have been snoozing like two hours ago, and yet, I’m still up.

There’s no particular reason to this, actually. I mean, not that there’s something bothering me or anything. It just seems that I just can’t sleep. (Well, this is why I decided to write. Pampaantok na lang, kumbaga).

I’ll probably be late again tomorrow because of this not-being-able-to-sleep problem of mine. I sure hope I don’t since two tardy records in my first three days would really look bad.

Anyway, I’ll go back trying to sleep now, since I’m starting to find it hard to think of what more to write. So, I’ll stop, (1) to avoid writing nonsense and (2) in the hope that this is my brain’s way of saying that it’s ready to doze off any time now.

Sweet dreams to me. Ta-ta!

P.S.
On “sweet dreams”: writing that made me think of her. Now part of me equates “sweet dreams” to dreaming about her, and part of me wants to think otherwise. (see earlier post if interested)

But I’ve gotta stop venturing this idea (her) for now. Or else, I’ll probably find it harder to sleep. Or I’ll start writing nonsense, hopeless rants again (and I don’t want that now). So, I’ll stop.

*Sigh!* Whatta pathetic life I’ve got.