Sadly, there was not getting up early this morning to cycle out to Bondi Beach to capture the sunrise.

It would have happened. However, sleep decided to not show up last night and grant me the rest I so desperately craved, which unfortunately lead to me falling asleep at some point between midnight and one in the morning.
from another world
Then I woke up around six-thirty in the A.M.

WONDERFUL!

ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL!

I’m almost certain that my sleep was having a jolly good chortle at my bemoaning of this terrible, heinous fate that I may or may not have brought upon myself.

The jury is still out on that one.

I do wonder to myself about this absolute travesty of an event that occurred.

Maybe my sleep had decided that it was time for it to do it’s own thing for a change, instead of joining me in the rest that was required for perfunctory function this morning, instead of the automated, dreary motions that seemed almost as thought they were from another reality and were traumatically pulled into ours, but not the way, somewhat unaware of their situation and only trying to function as it should but not being quite able to, leading to odd actions like lying in bed for a long time despite being awake and in dire need of a shower to feel shower fresh and be able to power on with the day as feeling shower fresh makes one a shining example of being wonderfully clean and a wake and sometimes powerful beyond imagination… I wish.

Maybe sleep decided that it was time to become some sort of malevolent entity and used me as a small test of its ability to menace and terrorise those that needs its help the most.

Once it saw success, it decided to let me sleep but only for a little while so as to give me a little taste, a little flame of hope that ignited in my heart, then so viciously tear it away so as to extinguish that little bit of warmth that I had and leave me a cold, dead, uncaring husk that it would then use as a host to further spread its influence and slowly curse all the people on our wonderful planet that we call home to function always at a level that is less than optimal, causing mistakes like bumping into something a little more often than one would usually expect someone to do so, and forgetting to carry the six when adding large numbers, leading to a result that was not intended and increasing work load so great that someone goes absolutely insane and ends up yelling “THE SIX! THE SIX! THE SIX IS GOING TO EAT US ALL HAHAHAHAHA, RUN AWAY NOW BEFORE THE CAKE IS REVEALING THE BLACK HOLE WITHIN THE CENTRE OF OUR MIIIIIIIIIIIINDS!”, whilst doing some sort of hypnotic boogie-woogie dance.

This plan is very devious and it might just succeed.

However, there is always hope.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 10:06:19
A bit slower than yesterday, but not by much.
I’m pretty sure my lack of sleep had to do with my dinner.
It probably gave me too much energy.
It might have made me postpone what I want to do, but it still allowed me to write this… thing.

HAR HAR!

Et cetera.

Written from my desk at home.