What the bloody Hell is wrong with me?!
Woke. Showered. Sleepy. Cleaned my room. Soaked my laundry. Ate. Sleepy. Read horoscope. Watched Grimm. Wrote and read poems. I fell asleep again. Every little thing I do keeps making me want to sleep and I have no way to prevent this from continuing. Something is not right. Some other witch put a hex on me? All I ever do is yawn all day. Like a tired kitten. I very much would like to think that this is a sign of my dying. I shall die shortly in my sleep. Falling into one hundred years of slumber. Not knowing who I was before. And when my true love finally finds me, he shall kiss me with a touch so magical that I should rise and feel brand new.
But who wishes to be my true love and still will be alive one hundred years from now? Edward?
I so miss you. At least I think I do. March has thirty-one days and all I could amass are only eighty-seven articles thus far. Missing six items from the contract! How purposeless my days have been. Napping. Trying not to fall asleep during the day, after I have slept for eight or nine hours in the morning. The school manager texted to my phone and asked if I could substitute next Monday to Thursday in an elementary school. I had to decline since this school is too problematical. I taught there many times and things went awry on several days. Not exactly doable.
Holy Hell, I am either sleepy or hungry. Dozing off for no reason. Waking up searching for food. What have I become? I feel like I'm turning into some wicked underground elf with no life but food and sleep! Cursing everyone and everything. Hggghhhh —
And the dreams have gone back to school. I was having a trial for a Creative Writing course. I liked it but couldn't be sure which path to take: only the class that I enjoyed or applying for the complete program to earn a degree. The good thing is that I don't have nightmares anymore. All my recent dream episodes are friendly and neutral. Nothing taxing. I need to pray again to meet my true love, even if it's only in a dream.
Saturday, March 31, 2012, 10:57 – 11:39 PM
One hundred years of slumber is from Charles Perrault's story "The Sleeping Beauty in the Wood".