slow

I slept for all of two hours and woke up around three-ish. My phone's alarm was set on vibrate and goodness, to someone who was still half asleep, it felt like the earth was shaking. I got up despite feeling the magnetic pull of my bed. I decided I could sacrifice another morning of blissful sleep if it meant relief from the warm morning air. I have been sleep deprived these past four years at least, one morning wouldn't cause the apocalypse. I drank my water, ice cold. It was good.

I was planning on writing right out of bed but the 'rents were hovering so I decided against it and waited 'til no one lingered around where I was. The living room atmosphere was pleasantly cool with a small-sized industrial fan keeping me calm and free from perspiration. I proceeded with reviewing the things I already wrote and decided to delete one post. Go figure. I'm not saying which. Besides, I don't think anyone is reading any of this so there really is no point in publishing the demise of one of my written works. It's hardly Shakespearean material. The world will live.

Fighting hunger, I resisted the urge to wolf down a chocolate coated, chocolate filled, chocolate cookie (yum!) and decided to wait for real breakfast food. I don't know how long I'm going to last knowing that a sweet treat is lurking around the house just waiting to be devoured. I give myself fifteen more minutes.

The tv was alive and a morning news show was on but I was ignoring the hum of enthusiastic voices, drowning them out with the constant buzzing of my thoughts. I am at a loss for words and feeling a little frustrated that I couldn't come up with something sensible to blog about. I suppose nothing ever happens at this time of the day so I just have to make do with something mediocre and trivial. Like that chocolate coated, chocolate filled, chocolate cookie. Too bad we're out of fresh milk.

Ha. It's just a little over fifteen minutes. I can see that my effort at trying to control my human wants are improving. I hope that my effort at trying to think of something intellectually stimulating to write would somehow follow suite. In the meantime, I can feel the sweetness calling me...