i'd smack you if you weren't too far away.

There was only a single strip of light poking through the balcony door, otherwise the dark had me in its arms. Underneath layers of robe, comforter and an idle mind, I was warm and at peace. Eyes half opened, senses half awake but mind completely asleep. Such bliss..
Alas, some people are just envious.

I cringed when the phone vibrated and my blaring ring tone came faithfully on.
It's amazing how I can still exert self control.
'WHAT the fuck do you want?' was reduced to a quiet, grumpy 'Hello?'
I seriously can't remember what happened next but I know my muddled head was vommiting curse words more than I thought was possible.

'I was asleep.'
'Oh. Wake up it's 2! Heish, apee ni!'
2? Fuck it. I'm going back to sleep. Sleep is good. You..you is bad.

Something else was said but I can't hear and/or remember any of it.
A similiar tragedy happened a few days back. Tragedy because my sleep was savagely disturbed. Consistent door bell in the middle of the morning is not nice.
It's not cool. It's evil.

I hate waking up. The transition from no brain activity to brain activity annoys the hell out of me. And if this is how people these days wake other people up, don't wake me up, ever.



And people need to stop popping out babies on January. I'm running out of money.






sleeeeep.

Current mood: pissed and hungry

Listening to : Sway