Do you know what it's like to be chronically tired? It's like when you're tired and then at some point it isn't funny anymore. Haha okay enough is enough. But it never is. I hope you can't relate.
See, I've been blessed with a special kind of tiredness. I call it a jetlag that never ends. It's kinda hard to imagine what that's like, I suppose, but I've grown so tired of being tired. I can't go to the gym to boost my energy level 'cause that would only make things worse. I snore like a whore. I take more pills than Schwarzenegger in heat. 'I need a pill! I have to take decisions that will destroy California!' Well, he nearly succeeded, and I'm well on my way to destroying something too ─ yes, my body. And the fun part is that, unlike Mr. Bicep, I don't even have to move a muscle.
Right now I'm wearing my sexy PJ's, staring at a screen that says I'm staring at a screen. I wish my face didn't hurt so much. It feels like some undefinable rubber. The kind you don't need when you're on a date. I wish the world wouldn't tremble on me like a heat haze. I wish I wish I wish for enough is never enough. Maybe I need a glass of milk. My special milk to go with a special kind of tiredness. Maybe there's a plant in a jungle that's already been burned down the ground that could cure me. So technically the plant's not there anymore. Like my speedos.
I know... I'm not making any sense. So I should perhaps just try and locate my mancouch and snore like a whore. Yes? Okay. Love you too. Now where's my couch? Milk? Yes, that too.
|Tarzan eat your heart out!|
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