Pkchukiss - Reality Wine

Normally, I wouldn’t think anybody would bother writing about his typical day, because it consists of alarm-clock smashing, teeth-brushing, cold baths and dragging of feet on the Monday morning.

It so happens that my December is so atypical of all the other months since I finished my National Service that it might just be interesting enough to bore you down with!

My day starts with being in bed at 8am. During normal months, my phone alarm would have given me a terrible time sleeping in, since it is always on my computer desk, where I can’t reach it with my bare hands.

At 9am, the sun starts bursting through the seams of the louvres, and shining onto my face. I get the temptation to flip over to show my butt to the sun, but the golden ray felt warm on my face. Nice, but I needed to sleep. The pillow goes over the eyes.

When the hour needle hits 10am, the television blaring from the muffled living room signified some semblance of a normal human life in the house. My consciousness half-asleep, I couldn’t dwell on it, and snuggled up with my softies.

At 11am, the phone is already buzzing with phone calls and SMSes, which I read in a half-dazed state. The cogs start to grind a little, and I make some sense out of the SMS shorthand. Then, too tired to thumb out a reply, I drop the phone and cuddled up again.

Around noon time, my younger brother comes into the room and asks me what I want for lunch. If I can make some coherent sense of words, I reply him. If not, I sleep through it all, unconscious.

I wake up at 2pm in the afternoon to the disconcerting thought that the entire morning is gone.

I check my emails, and read some of the RSS feed updates on my favourite websites, and collapse on the bed for half an hour: I didn’t have enough water, and that was enticing me to sleep - again.

Eventually, I will steel enough will-power to go to the kitchen and drown myself in water (no, I don’t do alcohol), and miraculously restores me to life. (That sounds so much like a plant.)

Around 6pm, after a quick dinner and some packing, I leave the house for my night shift - after buying dinner for hungry fellow colleagues, and start the night shift… all the way until morning.

Then again, this sounds like a really boring day, so I think I might as well have not written it at all. Please don’t rip me to shreds!