Sleep is a necessary mini-restart button for most people. Acting as a means of calming the dark ghost within the heart and likewise the mind, even a small quotient of it is practical.
It's been a week now just about since my birthday. And it still hurts to consider the few people I really care about didn't bother wishing me a happy birthday. Yes I'm having hard time getting over it. It hurts. shouldn't it?
That and I'm not totally awake right now. My mind is definitely not in this present station. I'm up talking to a female friend of mine. She's on the west coast so in order for our times to synch I have to get on a bit later (not really much later) to compensate for the 3 hour time shift. And for this evening I decided I'd take a nap till 11 and then hastily blog while IM her on Skype.
And that should have worked perfectly. Except my mind mentally shut off the first alarm and I had a hard time maneuvering to the computer for the second one. And I'm mildly unsettled at the moment because of playing zombie games and in my mind if I go outside to refill my water, I'm likely to be attacked by zombies in much the same fashion as in Dead Island.
Power of mental overcapacitization, no?
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