So its 4:18 am. My body decided 2 hours ago that I had to piss. That's all just piss. I'm still fucking sitting here. Are you fucking serious? Really? Why does it seem that my physical self is allergic to sleep? For example, my weekends are my days off, and I wake up stupid early all week long. So what does my body do on weekends? Wakes up in anticipation of the alarm that isn't going to go off because its FUCKING SUNDAY!!!!!!
I mean seriously.... I'm tired, I know I'm tired because my body feels tired. My body wants the sweet bliss of oblivion. My brain, however, seems to want to go on some sort of rant. The likes of which, in both duration and volume, have rarely been seen outside of a Republican anti gay marriage fillabuster. It refuses to listen to command or cajoling. It won't listen to reason or pleading. My brain at this time of day is, for lack of a better word, a bastard.
So here I sit. Wide ass awake and totally exhausted. Guess I'm gonna go sit on the porch and smoke a bowl.
I hate when that happens. During the week it takes a case of dynamite to get me out of bed but on the weekends? Shit. I am waking half an hour before the alarm normally goes off. I swear, if I could split into two people, ONE of us would be toting an asswhupping.
ReplyDeleteI know right? Its almost like my brain has it in for me.
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