Don’t Stop Sleepin’
My sleeping “problems” have worsened. For the past three months, I had unusual scarcity of proper, decent slumber. (I tried putting “straight sleep” until a friend beforehand, commented that the label was too gender- predisposed.) And now for the past three days, I just have to lean on something/someone, or slide self on a couch and the Z’s come off any time of the day. I’ve been sleeping for more than what is normal that I believe I’m possibly narcoleptic. I feel drowsy when I’m not my perky self, and the thing is it comes to me as gratuitous.
The sleeping ‘habit’ was purportedly an aftermath of my second semester lack of sleep ie thesis, org responsibilities, personal issues, attachment troubles. But really, I don’t mind knowing that I fuckin’ deserve all of that ten hours! It came with the split-second realization that I’M FREE FROM SCHOOL. Did I just type that? I’m free from school! Yes!
Although until now, amidst the temporary joys, I know it’s still not sinking in. I still am faced with other extra-curricular activities most important thereof our college yearbook which I head as the editor. Honestly, I don’t know if I’m still on track with the business since as I witness on Facebook friends enjoying summer vacation or looking for actual money-generating jobs, I plasmolyze in envy. I’m still a train-wreck from the past sem and I calculated that I must accomplish yearbook duties and my other UP shit before I start being “independent.”
Thus I’ve contemplated enough my constant sleeping would never amount to anything unless I work my ass off asap. But please, consider also that I have my entire life for that. As of this seized moment, I shall sleep and sleep to see you in my dreams. Sorry ang landi.