Monday, August 22, 2005
Diary of a Zombie Insomniac, Part II
I have a class at 8 AM. Only four more hours to go...One would think I spend all my free time sleeping. Just so you know, I have been damned to walk the Earth in a state of semi-consciousness, never asleep and never awake. Screw coffee.
Funny. After my usual thirty-something minute ritual of repeatedly drifting in and out of consciousness ("The mind is willing but the flesh is atrophied"), my mental roulette ball finally stops at "Awake!" - not "Awake...", not "Awake.", not "Awake?". They all differ in the fact that - back to the point. I notice upon being "Awake!" that I've lost all sensation in my left arm, however little sensation there may be left in it. For a moment I thought my arm had broken off and I would have to walk to my classes clutching my severed arm with my right, morbid as that sounds. I had a hell of a time trying to brush my teeth and pull my pants up, needless to say. It's a good thing my arm made itself felt again at around 12 NN, just in time as I needed to draw some visual aides for my report later that afternoon. I have to stop sleeping sideways.
As not many of you will know, we zombies get really, really annoyed when one of our limbs breaks off. Sure, we look scarier at first, but there's nothing scary with hopping around on one leg all the time, eventually giving in to gravity and falling flat on your face and possibly dismembering yet another limb.
I have to stop writing now because I'm losing the sensation in my left leg, and I'm not sure if it's going to break off, or I've just been sitting on it for too long again.
1 Comments:
finally remembered to visit this. heehee. i think i'll be back often. :D thanks for the dose of angst (if you could call it that)... ang saya magbasa... parang fresh milk. hehe. peace.
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