1st July, 2013 2:25am
Is it altogether wrong, some times wishing this drawn-out bout of illness finally kills me rather than hoping for recovery; knowing well this may just be one of many agonizing sicknesses, in what is increasingly becoming more of a chore than a joy of living.
I'd just gotten to a point in my life where I slept like a baby and now this...
I dont know whether its because I feel that for some reason, I'm on the verge of some great idea that otherwise escapes me - and yet, desperately needs immediate fleshing out.
Could it be instead the residual effect of being the sickest I've been in 10years, and hence for the first time since I was 18, I'm again suffering from Insomnia night after night.
I lie here, turning this way and that trying to keep my eyes shut long enough to still my mind,
but its all to nought. I hear my digital watch chime on my wrist once as the digits transmogrify into 0:00
then once again, after an eternity, into 1:00 and I realize,
"dammit, Yaw! Have you been thinking all this time?!"
The realization that tomorrow is a working day doesn't seem enough of a logical argument to get my mind to acquiesce . Instead, i seem to finally have adopted a synaptic equivalent of my own verbal diarherea.
My frustration with the whole proceedings is all too evident at 2:15am,
by my clearly having given up the struggle and deciding instead... to blog about it.
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