With all honesty, I had doubts about blogging at this very hour. My body’s begging to retire but my brain’s refusing to call it a day. Ever since school started not two months ago, my circadian rhythm automatically hardwired everything to maximize sleeping time – possibly in order to make up for a very busy collegiate life. Obviously, tonight was an exception.
So here I am, writing at the dead of the night, with no concrete topic to formulate. My brain leaves me wondering at times, really. One moment, I was lying on my improvised tempur bed and all ideas waiting to be materialized come flashing. Next thing I realize, I had my word processor open and I’m unknowingly having a staring contest against my computer monitor. All ideas – most of which might be the answer for life’s greatest mysteries – suddenly vanish. Nothing is achieved aside from two, huge eye circles that exacerbates my facial insecurities.
I just want to have a peaceful slumber but instead, I forced my body – which is on the brink of collapsing from lack of rest – to grant my brain’s desire in an attempt to make a sleepless night productive.
Maybe, if I just forcibly close my eyes and wait for Mr. Sandman to do his stuff, then sleep won’t be as elusive as it was earlier. Sure do hope it works; otherwise I’ll be staying up all night unproductive.
Good night and good luck! Xx
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