Count Dracula Count

Waking up with heavy eyebags, while feeling very feeblish and trying to get over with a very sleepy head could possibly pass for a decent movie. Well, horror, that is. It would be a perfect scene to scare cats away, or those annoying "indays" that come roaming all over your house to scout for food. Too bad November 7 isn't Halloween, I could've been the best looking villain if in case.

I felt like I've been sleep deprived for a year, and thought that my body might be starting to clamor for justice. My eyes almost looked like a swimming pool, where dirtly little ducks swam the whole day long, and to my horror, I almost poppped my eyes out in shock. But no. There was no way for me to get back to bed and sleep. I might be experiencing some tremendous case of sleep disorders but there's no way, definitley no way for me to sleep back. So I slowly stepped out of my room, roamed around the house in search of ate baby, and asked her if she can cook me lean pork with pesto sauce. Looking at me from head to foot, she gave me this blank sigh, as if she's had no idea of what's happening to me. I guess I already started to look drunk. Someone acting out so completely inebriated, probably with a strong mix of tequila and gin, wandering around an empty street in a drunken night.

Thirty past Eleven, I started finishing my meal. Without even being alarmed for my tardiness, I sat down in vain, amidst the feeling of my heavy body putting great friction on the chair. I suddenly thought back about fifth grade, where I struggled to at least look a little lankier than my original body structure. Thinking back about class, I assume they did nothing but introduce themselves to the new teachers, jot down their names for the class attendance, and numb their fingers by texting in boredom. Had I start to fret over my lateness, I probably would look 10x more haggard by then. Being the usual laid-back that I am, I just sit back and relax, thinking that being absent from three classes won't hurt that much.

The clock ticked 12, and my system started giving up. I had no choice but to sleep back, and I did. The outcome: I missed more than half of my subjects, got back up at around 1:30pm, went to school and pretended that I was at the right state of mind.

Coffee, indeed, is a very much potent anti-oxidant, and one of the best cheap alternatives that spare you away from all the troubles caused by a sleepy unconcious head. But I guess it's now time to take a huge leap. From coffee to a plain, boring, decaffeinated mocha mix. Especially now that insomnia already starts to creep in my insides.

The never-sleeping caffeinated crowd of Myspace must be really proud of me.

P.S. I am badly in need of SLEEP. Thanks.