Today has spiraled out of control.
Woke up at 6:45, made breakfast, packed lunch and instead of sticking to my daily schedule, went off to sleep again.
I mean what the what? It wasn't as much as sleep as it was being rendered unconscious by a tsetse fly. Woke up after 9:00!! The entire day was out of whack! everything about today got unfashionable delayed.
Entire itinerary that I stick to like an adhesive was all over the place. I feel angry and pissed off.
If I could see in binary, I'd pull back those minutes/hours I missed out, and fit them back in the Jigsaw that is today.
It doesn't help that those extra hours of sleep were chased by a bevy of dismantled outlandish dreams. They were more like short bursts of dreams, and after each I'd force myself to wake up, but ended up with another kooky dream.
This one dream I pulled out my phone to update my blog, only the phone that I whipped out of my pocket wasn't my phone at all. It was some other odd gadget that didn't belong to me, and then I realized that it's not me but someone else who has to blog, which means I needn't worry about my phone at all.
Next dream, I was in the sea at night, on a boat; except it really wasn't a boat. Just a big broad wooden plate. I wasn't alone. There was some girl and some guy who was rowing the boat/plate. My feet were submerged in water, and sometimes the water was till my waist, but it didn't scare me one bit. I had a baby in my arms, swaddled in clothing, and I was trying to protect her feet from getting wet, so kept holding her close to my chest, and weirdly the baby was talking to me like an adult. Her name was Kiya, and all this time I was clenching a pink colour iPad between my thighs. It was clearly submerged in water, but I was straining my thighs to keep the iPad in place, lest it sink in salty water. All of us didn't seem a bit perturbed by the fact that we were in the middle of the sea at night and wet up to our waists.
Then one dream that jolted me awake and yet I didn't wake up was, I saw Anil kapoor riding a bicycle, wearing a skirt and feathers stuck all over his body. Then he walked into a hut, and I was like what?? I woke up, but my eyes were so heavy lidded that I couldn't muster the strength to get out of bed.
When finally I did wake up and willed myself out of bed, it was ten minutes past nine, and I was thoroughly ashamed.
It's 1:38pm, and I'm still doing things that should've been done by 11:00 am.
Woke up at 6:45, made breakfast, packed lunch and instead of sticking to my daily schedule, went off to sleep again.
I mean what the what? It wasn't as much as sleep as it was being rendered unconscious by a tsetse fly. Woke up after 9:00!! The entire day was out of whack! everything about today got unfashionable delayed.
Entire itinerary that I stick to like an adhesive was all over the place. I feel angry and pissed off.
If I could see in binary, I'd pull back those minutes/hours I missed out, and fit them back in the Jigsaw that is today.
It doesn't help that those extra hours of sleep were chased by a bevy of dismantled outlandish dreams. They were more like short bursts of dreams, and after each I'd force myself to wake up, but ended up with another kooky dream.
This one dream I pulled out my phone to update my blog, only the phone that I whipped out of my pocket wasn't my phone at all. It was some other odd gadget that didn't belong to me, and then I realized that it's not me but someone else who has to blog, which means I needn't worry about my phone at all.
Next dream, I was in the sea at night, on a boat; except it really wasn't a boat. Just a big broad wooden plate. I wasn't alone. There was some girl and some guy who was rowing the boat/plate. My feet were submerged in water, and sometimes the water was till my waist, but it didn't scare me one bit. I had a baby in my arms, swaddled in clothing, and I was trying to protect her feet from getting wet, so kept holding her close to my chest, and weirdly the baby was talking to me like an adult. Her name was Kiya, and all this time I was clenching a pink colour iPad between my thighs. It was clearly submerged in water, but I was straining my thighs to keep the iPad in place, lest it sink in salty water. All of us didn't seem a bit perturbed by the fact that we were in the middle of the sea at night and wet up to our waists.
Then one dream that jolted me awake and yet I didn't wake up was, I saw Anil kapoor riding a bicycle, wearing a skirt and feathers stuck all over his body. Then he walked into a hut, and I was like what?? I woke up, but my eyes were so heavy lidded that I couldn't muster the strength to get out of bed.
When finally I did wake up and willed myself out of bed, it was ten minutes past nine, and I was thoroughly ashamed.
It's 1:38pm, and I'm still doing things that should've been done by 11:00 am.
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