It's a sad day when on my first day off...I wake up at 7am with a slept to long headache. I love to sleep and I love my bed. I have always been able to be a marathon sleeper. I could do a run of 10 hrs with no prep time or stretching. Then came along the sleep nemesis... a job. Now my days off and weekends are filled with early morning sunlight and fulfilling "productive" tasks. One Saturday, only one, I actually was done cleaning shit and it was only 11am. I don't know when this happened or how I can make it stop. I think it must be a slow progression like getting fat, it doesn't happen over night. I feel like I blinked and now I am a grown up. I will not go gracefully into this category. I will never be heard uttering parental phrases like "get up! the days a waistin'" or "you're sleepin the day away". No, I will be envious of those still cuddled in their beds snoozing all while I ... *sigh*...am being productive.
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