I love to sleep. I really, really love to sleep. Sometimes I miss the days when Ephia was a newborn and I could sleep around all night and all day, nothing else to do but take care of the baby. Ahhh, the good old days… Nowadays it seems that the only sleep I get are a few hours a night and sometimes, rarely, a few hours in the afternoon. And still I am sleepy. Even if I get a good night...
As the days go by, I feel compelled doing more things I don’t necessarily enjoy doing in order to get to the ones I love. By the time I get there I am exhausted and all I want to do is sleep or just watch a lame movie until… I fall asleep with popcorn in between my fingers. Another day goes by and I haven’t worked on anything I would have wanted to; and then another day and...
A busy day is a day when your eyes fail to stay open, but you force them to. The beauty of a busy they is when you allow them to shut for a second and they steal your whole self on a short, dreamy journey. I am so sleep deprived that if my eyes would have little voices, they would shout their need to the world. But it’s the beauty of a busy day that keeps me from resting them, the beauty of...
Who says we need our bodies in order to work, or breath? Who says we couldn’t exist without them? 8.30 am Got dressed, feeling somehow strange and went to the bus stop.The first bus comes quickly and I get off after a couple minutes to change it with another. The strange feeling I am having amplifies. I think, maybe I caught the flu or something; I am going to make it. Several minutes pass...
I’ve always loved Fridays. Ever since I was little I used to believe that Friday is my lucky day. I can’t remember the reason why, but I must have had a really good one back then . Because of that, Fridays for me were free days, days in which I wasn’t suppose to do anything that didn’t imply fun or relaxation and if anyone is wondering, yes I skipped school a lot on...
I have never been a patient person. Lately all I have been doing is running around, organizing things, having meetings with people for three different projects and trying to be home as much as possible, so that Ephia wouldn’t forget about me. Now I have reached the stage when it’s out of my hands and out into the big wide world, and all I have to do is wait. Have I mentioned I am not...
Tell them about your day. I’m too tired, I can’t write anymore; I feel like my projects are falling apart. I need to sleep and my whole day was about that. Yeah, but you like staying up late and living a night life. Not anymore. I need to sleep. I have to sleep this weekend. Tough luck, you made a tone of plans as usual and you still need to finish everything you started. Shit, I want to go live...
