Of tiredness, dreams, settling down, and other things...

I admit, writing an advertorial is completely cheating for the blog. I used to hate reading blogs that were all advertorials but now, I've started writing them again. Bad, bad boy. Heh.

There's been a lot on the ole fading mind lately and I've been trying to compose something coherent out of the black tangled mess but I have not really been making any headway. Blame it on the boogie, I say. But then again, just blame it on pure laziness. That is probably more precise, anyway.

I have been tired. Yeah. Very tired, as of late. For some reason, its translated over into a physical tiredness where I am feeling literally drained of all energy by the end of the day. I'm getting a bit more sleep than I usually do but I am waking up reluctantly every morning. I long for the glory of a few more minutes or even a nice half day sleep-in but I am woken up by the dreary sound of the alarm and the dull drag of work at the end of it.

I was reading a book by a prominent salesman who said, "One of my most favourite things to do in the world is sleep. So when I have to get out of bed, someone is going to have to pay for it."

Probably why my sales numbers have gone up recently? Huh.

I've been spending my time analysing what on earth is dragging me down but at the end of the day, I just feel...ugh. Yeah. One word to express it all. Ugh.

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For those who know me, I'm no dreamer.

Figuratively, yes, I am. I spend half my time with my head in the clouds, wandering away until someone or something snaps me back to reality. That's how I can walk into an overhanging partition, into a pillar and then run my bike into the side of a car turning into a Burger King drive thru. Mind you, it was 3 separate occasions that they happened, not all at once, thank goodness. 

I do not dream at night, though. 

At night, I sleep like the dead. People who know me and have seen me sleep can testify to this. I sleep as though someone has just knocked me senseless before I go to bed. Every night too. Wow. I'm a power sleeper. 

But recently, I have dreamed so many dreams that I wake up unrefreshed. I wake up, again, longing for the blissful arms of Morpheus. But why am I awake? And the thing is, that's probably contributing to the physical tiredness I'm feeling. My brain does not shut off. I'm mentally tired. Meh. This sucks.

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Chatting to none other than the Sociologist and she mentions that she's got her things in boxes and bags. Will she ever settle? Will I ever settle? she asked.

My reply?

My box is still unpacked. My clothes can be thrown into luggage in a heartbeat. Its like I'm just waiting for the call to up and go. But what call?

I myself am not sure.

I have been getting into the whole "minimalism" thing as of late. I am trying to reduce the amount of clutter I have, the amount of waste I have around me, the amount of things I check on (Google Reader, still looking at you) but still, I still feel overloaded with information. I still feel as though I am taking so many things in...and I wonder how much of it is getting taken in. Am I drowning in information? Is this what is leading me into mental exhaustion which presents in my sleepless nights and hence my drowsy days? 

Sigh. Tired. Again.