I just spent 6 hours straight tossing and turning in my bed because I couldn’t sleep. Fragments of my dreams kept coming back to me, nothing I can remember in whole because I kept drifting in and out of semi-consciousness. It is one of those days (or nights?) that sleep just doesn’t come easy no matter what I try. Position 1; on my side. Head aches. Switch, switch. Position 2; on my stomach. Neck feels like someone it trying to break it. Back hurts. Switch, switch. Add in a few more positions and repeat everything a few times.
I am slouching on my chair, can’t sit straight because the crick in my neck seems to find every excuse to stab me. It is a feeling much worse than getting the prickly pins and needles, believe me, because the pain is just so persistent, and it doesn’t go away. In fact, it feels like it’s getting much worse.
So I’m here again, slouching, trying to churn out a post-worthy post, feeling very tempted to call it quits and close this GM window. Don Cat’s sitting beside me, the sound of his bell comforting me somewhat. The rest of my room, well, the piles of notes and books left over from my last term at college are sitting in the same spot where it was two weeks ago, untouched by anything except maybe the thin layer of dust settling on it. Somehow the thought of dust covered class notes is making me feel giggly.
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