Because of unease, scratchy throat, under the weather symptoms, I decided on health... and in that epic debate between health and solving all of the worlds problems (which can only happen late at night when extreme tiredness makes you think you're really really smart)... I embarked on a get to bed early night for me. And because I went to bed so early, Mr. Sandman, maybe because we had such a good thing going before and I changed it... got mad and just up and left... but not before playing some really mean, cruel, and possibly dirty jokes on me.
For I woke up feeling the best you can possibly feel on a given wake up. I would go as far as to give it a label of uber great. And not until I looked at a clock did I realize that it wasn't even a sleep. That I wasn't even asleep. That technically... you would define what I had just done as a nap. It was only 3 hours from when I went to bed...I hadn't even moved on to the next day... the clock wasn't even past 12...
Can anyone explain this? I feel like Kramer on Seinfeld when he would only sleep in 3 hour intervals, and in consequence, was extremely wired whenever awake...
And I feel, in almost every way, that it should be morning... I should be eating cereal right now... one banana... an apple and/or an orange depending on how good I feel... and taking token vitamins because to this day I can still hear my mom's voice in my head scolding me to do it. Instead, however, an excess of energy only serves to hurt the immediate future... and I guess it's the price one must pay for not partaking in moderation... for refusing to combat extremes of all form... this blog serves as a reminder to never try to be too healthy... And in retaliation... in effort to re-align total universe back into normality... I will curb any healthy thoughts for the immediate future and partake in the age-old tradition of late-night popcorn and a movie until I can finally convince sleep that I'm not weird and he should come hang out with me again.
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