I can't sleep, I can't sleep...

...I can't sleep, I can't sleep, I can't sleep!

This happens every Sunday-Monday of every week! I have the sleep pattern of a bat during the weekend and end up with a headache and insomnia during the glorious weekend night which turns to week at a painfully slow rate while I fill my knowledge-gap with downloaded ridiculousness like documentaries about the inner workings of the dog brain. Sadly, there are not enough rage-comics too keep me occupied until a morning which, yet again, holds another day of explaining why I haven't gotten further on my bachelor degree paper (pure laziness and dogumentaries).
Sunday

I drag my pale, bruised and dehydrated soul out of bed on Sunday afternoons, let the feeling of accomplishment from the weekend wash over me in a collage of awkward phrasing and scattered images of horrid dance-moves. I get dressed in a confused mix of patterns and fabrics, let my face breathe without the confides of make-up and waddle out the door to greet the day (usually forgetting either my phone, wallet or keys; sometimes, all of the above)
It's the worst thing a person in a delicate state can do on a Sunday, be outdoors.

I'm immediately met by bright-eyed children, bumping in to my legs, screaming fearlessly at cute animals and inadvertently grabbing my clammy hand thinking I'm mom. Parents beaming at them whilst suspiciously measuring the creepiness of my dark sunglasses against the apparent lack of muscle. They soon forget me as the child moves away and I disappear behind the nearest lamppost.. Yeah, I'm skinny like that!

I stroll by the river while gossip from the weekends frivolities fill my phone until I have the honour of telling a complete stranger that her dress has made it's way from covering her bottom, to being part of the inside of her purse.

A good deed has been done, and I can safely go home to take a nap. After a disastrous two hour nap I awake, the sun has vanished and it leaves me with nap-induced confusion and hunger until I can fall asleep again. I can fall asleep again at about now, 6am. If I do, this day will be repeated tomorrow!

The horror! I write to you, to stay awake whilst contemplating how horrible tomorrow will be!

Hare Krishna

Siren