I'm feeling increasingly sleepy, in an alarming rate and almost at any part of the day--after breakfast, mid-afternoon, in the gym even (that is, once in a blue moon that I manage to go..), in evening, and you name it, ....whichever way...bottomline is-- I'm feeling sleepy. Not that I'm feeling bored but I just want to sleep and my idea of perfect happiness is sleeping.
With the eyeshades on.
I remember this person pretty much complaining about the same thing some months back, but I'm feeling too sleepy to even ask how he got out of it. Or whether he got out of it.
The worse thing is that I can't even offer the simple explanation of fatigue or lethargy or depression or any reasonable rationale since I'm not feeling any feeling close to these. I can't legitimize my sleep.
I can only problematize it.
I'll finish off (for the obvious reason) with a crucial example: inspite of being a 29 year old and being meticulously militant in representing the right thing (postmodernism notwithstanding), I have put up a picture of a sleepy baby (of all things) to represent my state.
Yes. I'm that sleepy.
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