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Waking up is the hardest part of my day.
Who would have thought that working seven days a week, going Blues Dancing on Thursday and Friday nights, and occasionally going clubbing on a Saturday would make me a zombie during my workday. It’s no wonder my body doesn’t want to move at 7AM. I find it highly surreal when I’m up and moving, but my breathing pattern is still that of a deep slumber – slow and steady.
Plus, it’s not helpful that I’ve never been a morning person.
So I’m tired. But I’ve always been tired. My whole existence I’ve had the tendency to run myself as thin as possible. But once I get enough coffee in my system and start moving around, I usually perk up. And as long as I get at least 6 hours of sleep, I’m able to function with epic skill. I used to be alert on just 3 hours, sigh, getting old.
Then there’s days like today.
Today I don’t want to do anything. I don’t want to go to work. I don’t even want to dance. All I want is to cuddle with a pretty girl while watching musicals and drinking coffee/tea/milk/beer/juice/cider/wine – whatever tasty beverage that’s around will do.
Is that too much to ask?
Classy With a Twist 
Experiencing the exact same feeling today. Here was me thinking all my trips to the gym over the last few days would mean I’d get more sleep and feel more rested – wrong!
Instead, I’ve had maybe 3 hours sleep, and it’s even affecting my typing skill judging by the number of typos I’ve corrected in such a small comment.
Great post 🙂
I don’t think I could get myself to go to the gym if I slept that little – props. But hey, at least you’re getting fit!
Great blog and post!
Sorry meant to say awesome blog and post.
Thank you 🙂