Narcoleptic Disco
Lately I’ve been feeling similar to how I often felt in the last few months of senior year in highschool.
Back in those days, nearly ten years ago… jeez… I’d get up, go to school, get home around 2:45… get back on the train by 3:15 and then work, in the same office I’m sitting in right now… jeez… until 8 pm, then do it all over again the next day.
Most of the day I’d feel as though I had a slight pressure weighing down my brain pan. A drowsy, inviting hum that beckoned me to drift off to sleep. Sometimes I’d take a 20 minute nap after work and I’d wake up confused with ever-so-echoed hearing that lasted a few minutes.
That constant nap feeling is back and I can’t stand it.
When I step back and take note of my schedule, it seems like a lot. However, I’m still working in this office. Still.
I’ll spare you the weekly itinerary, but this stupid tiredness makes me wonder, should I take one day off a week? A day where I sit and do jack shit?
My 20’s are running out. Jack Shit’ll wait.
If anyone needs me I’ll be using my desk as a pillow for 20 minutes.
Here’s the progress on the Paris painting…
24 hours ago
12 hours ago
and…Taylor Hanson. Zac Hanson. Sorry.
I get you on the tiredness thing. It has to be the weather. This cracked out Daylight Savings time messed me all up.
Hopefully it’s the weather. Or time. Or whatever. I just refuse to believe it’s from painting or whatever unstrenuous activity I’m doing most of the time.
LOVE IT!! I am psyched about all the updates. I feel like i am waiting to adopt a baby. A baby that will hang on my living room wall.