Yet another dreamless night.


You should feel refreshed when you wake up, either that or you feel extremely lazy and you go back to sleep.

But no. Often when I wake up. I feel physically recharged. But it feels very much like my 6967th day on Earth. Draggish. Predictable. Lousy. So little permutations. Of things that can happen. Or what people do. Of life.




I'm off to buy breakfast and pay some bills.