That Thing Called Sleep.
Routines. Routines. Routines.
Alarm snoozes at 5AM. Then I put in on snooze again after 10 minutes. I wish to extend for another 10, but that would mean I would either be late or I'll never gonna get up.
Get up. Cook rice. Make coffee. Prep lunch box. Sip coffee. Take a bath. Dress up. Decide to bring laptop or tablet. Commute. Walk. Work. Go home. Read. Bum. Work. Sleep.
Do this 5 times a week.
Wash. Dry. Press.
Read. Read. Read.
Nihonggo class. Church. Fambam. Go home. Sleep.
Back to Monday-Friday routine.
This has been my life for a month now and I am getting used to it. It seems slow but it feels normal. The morning walk to school from the jeepney terminal has become a habit and my morning exercise. I used to despise the red color but since it is the color of my uniform, I just got used to having it next to my skin. The changing of shoes to and from indoor shoes is a usual thing to do before and after work. At home, after resting for another hour or so, I would start with the second job. After which, I would call it a day. Tuck myself to bed and do it from number 1 all over again.
Though sleep has been very light lately, I still manage to go with the routine. I would wake up very light-headed wanting to sleep more. This week has been very challenging as I keep experiencing dizziness and headache. I am not sure if its with my eyeglasses or if I really just need to get good, deep sleep soon.
Oh sleep. You are still that one thing that is hard to catch. Hard to find. Hard to do. Why oh why. Where art thou oh deep sleep? Th