Tag: tired

Don’t Call It A Comeback

It is the 18th November, which quite possibly means that Christmas is nearly upon us. It also means that I haven’t troubled the blogosphere for a good four months. At least I imagine it’s been a good four months if you really don’t like my writing. But then I would hypothesise that you wouldn’t be…

Forlornly Fatigued

Sometimes when I feel tired I’m not really that nice And it’s better to avoid me Or make interactions more concise I don’t mean to be so grumpy Like a bear with a sore head But I’m not very good at coping When I spend too little time in bed I’ll be much better tomorrow…

Frustratingly Fatigued

Feeling tired is fine at night And much less helpful now But when the time to sleep was right My mind would not allow Unconsciousness to find me So in bed I lay alert I couldn’t get my brain to see That insomnia would hurt Any chance of a productive day So my work I…

Inspired By Insomnia

I find myself insomnolent At three in the morning Can’t get back to sleep Though day is several hours from dawning It’s a frustrating situation Because I am truly tired But I don’t think that I will get The sleep that is required I try to relax by breathing I expand my diaphragm But the…

Torpid Tuesday

I sit in the dark Because turning on the lights Requires me to get out of my chair Which seems like a lot of effort I watch a TV show I’ve already seen And didn’t really enjoy Because the remote control is just out of reach

Work-life Unbalance

I think that I might have a problem It’s not something I can ignore It’s taking over my life It’s starting to become a bore I seem to be spending too much time Earning my monthly pay I do quite like to have money But there must be an easier way I think it would…

The first hurdle

It’s 11.05 pm GMT as I begin to write this and I’m gulping down my sixth cup of coffee of the day. It’s probably ill-advised but I doubt it will stop me from sleeping tonight. After boldly claiming yesterday that writing thirty blog posts in thirty days for NaBloPoMo would be undemanding, I find myself…

The Deadline

Rufus could barely keep his eyes open, but unhealthy levels of caffeine and sugar were just about preventing him from falling asleep at his desk. He took another gulp of his coffee. It was cold. Did he have time to make another? He looked at the screen. He felt like he had been staring at…