Unreasonable behaviour - 5 a.m.
No, this is not about some episode of '24'. This is about the fact that once again it was 5 a.m. this morning. 5 a.m. when my hand got lost searching the light switch of my bathroom. 5 a.m. when I had to dig up my last energy resources to squeeze some toothpaste on my toothbrush. A shower would have been nice, but my body just said no: 'Bed, that's where you will go right now'. So I solemnly obeyed.
The second time this weekend. And once again my body seems to have quite some characteristics of something coming close to a zombie. Sleepy eyes. A bad taste in your mouth that just does not want to go away. Water. More water. Liters of water. A constant desire of going back to bed. Some soft pillows and maybe a bunch of dreams to try to at least regenerate a part of what has gone lost in the past 48 hours.
Actually it's funny how we manage to have a good time going out, while having to deal with the consequences a bit later. And having to endure the same experience twice in one weekend was something I thought was not meant for me anymore. Maybe it isn't. Maybe I should hope it isn't. And maybe this weekend indeed was the exception confirming the rule. But on the other hand I should also admit it all was worth wile. At least as long as I won't think about the clock radio that will be playing with my ear drums once again tomorrow morning. Not for fun. Not to dance upon. Not to bring you to a higher level. Not to escape reality. All the contrary. All real and reality.
[To Katrien and Fre]
The second time this weekend. And once again my body seems to have quite some characteristics of something coming close to a zombie. Sleepy eyes. A bad taste in your mouth that just does not want to go away. Water. More water. Liters of water. A constant desire of going back to bed. Some soft pillows and maybe a bunch of dreams to try to at least regenerate a part of what has gone lost in the past 48 hours.
Actually it's funny how we manage to have a good time going out, while having to deal with the consequences a bit later. And having to endure the same experience twice in one weekend was something I thought was not meant for me anymore. Maybe it isn't. Maybe I should hope it isn't. And maybe this weekend indeed was the exception confirming the rule. But on the other hand I should also admit it all was worth wile. At least as long as I won't think about the clock radio that will be playing with my ear drums once again tomorrow morning. Not for fun. Not to dance upon. Not to bring you to a higher level. Not to escape reality. All the contrary. All real and reality.
[To Katrien and Fre]
1 comment:
:) good times. good times.
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