Lethargy has been overwhelming these few days; it pulls the plug from my mental basin and allows the effort from my mugging sessions to go down the drain, literally. And with the extra nudge from the comforting drizzle, I think I’ll be dozing off in a minute’s time and then waking up feeling like someone’s has just dropped a nuclear warhead on my brains. Ah, the wind and the rain. I just wanna curl up in my comforter and listen to Gary’s My Way on volume 20 for the entire day. Or I’ll swap that for another 2-hour cuddle, anytime.
2 weeks ever since I’ve gone on the roads, and I’m slightly creaky already. The rain was assaulting the windscreen and the hapless wipers, and all I wanted to do was to fall asleep with Yes I Love You on the stereo. The unfortunate thing’s that I was at the wheel, so while I could smile sheepishly along to the lyrics of the song, I couldn’t just doze off without accounting for the 5 other sleepy people in the car. Okay, I’m succumbing to the Zs playing merry-go-round above my head.
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