my sanctuary…

Rip Van Winkle In The Making.

Okay, I’m not exactly familiar with the story, the last time I read it was ages ago and with a fast deteriorating memory, sigh… But I recall he slept a lot and ended up waking a very old man with long white beard and hair. The dude actually slept for some 20 years, uh huh. *fuiyoh* (read: no kidding) (uh, i think)

It’s fictional, anyway. *shrug*

From what Wikipedia summarized, I feel as if I’m somewhat like him, with my faineance and all. Except for the amiable and loved-by-all parts. And I don’t have a cantankerous wife… I mean, husband… Uh, not right, I’m not married! But anyway, it was autumn the day he fell asleep till kingdom come, and I love autumn!!

Okay, I digressed.

I’ve mentioned that of late, I’ve been having (again!) this habit of not wanting to sleep even though I’m really sleepy. Alas, I’m still having it, and the side effects are hitting me with a vengeance.

Okay, I exaggerated.

Then again, maybe not.

I’ve been falling asleep incessantly at work especially in the afternoons. I have trouble focusing and remembering what I was doing, falling asleep almost instantly the minute I have my attention on my work (shhh, do not tell the boss!). I look pale with sunken eyes, and I feel terribly worn out. With what I’ve heard about sleeping late having bad effects on the liver, I’m scaring myself with thoughts that my liver is slowly malfunctioning. Which probably is. *gulp*

To top things off, I don’t get enough sleep even on the weekends. And I’m a homebody. Yeah, go figure.

The fact that I can still blog out this much is a miracle. (!)

I must save myself~~~ *wail* From myself~~~ *wail even louder*