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About two hours ago, I got here. Here, at the job. It was raining when I got off the bus. As I ran to the library, I could feel my sock was getting wet.
My boots, the really good and comfy black leather boots that got me through last winter are deteriorating. My head felt heavy and more unpleasant than my wet foot. I didn’t get much sleep last night. I feel dehydrated. I feel tired and the day has just started. I feel… I feel like I don’t even know how I should be feeling.
It is a Sunday morning. And I usually enjoy my Sundays. My job at the library is a part time one, and I love it. I love coming in on Sundays. It is not busy, but it is steady. I have the whole day to find interesting books. I enjoy the often deep but sometimes silly conversations with my colleagues. I love the nerdy jokes and academic jargon we throw at each other. I also love sitting behind my desk and working on Nile Flow. So, I’m usually happy when I come in to work on a Sunday. But not today.
I was wide awake until 4am. It was sometime after that I managed to fall asleep and woke up again at 7:20. Sleeps like this are toxic. They do nothing for me but make me feel yuck! Although I have had the mild case of insomnia (who hasn’t with the stress of assignments and exams added to everyday life?) and still have the occasional sleepless nights, I’m definitely not a night person. To most of my friends’ frustration, I hardly ever go out at night. I do go out when the occasion calls for it, but not just because it’s the weekend. I strongly dislike clubs. I find it hard to enjoy being surrounded by tipsy, sweaty strangers. I get angry when random guys come and try to dance with me. At least introduce yourself first! Dammit! I often feel like there’s not enough air around me because it is shared by so many people! I enjoy my personal space too much to have it breached by sweaty strangers.
What’s more, I sacrifice valuable sleep time for this?! Not only that, but the following day gets wasted too, because I can’t function properly due to the loss of sleep, and hangover. Yes, there’s no way I can stand being at the club sober. It makes me wonder, watching my brother who goes out on most Wednesday and Saturday nights. He must love it so much to actually go out, and then head to work in the morning without visiting his bed. What is it that makes the night life so exciting? Almost 90% of my African friends are club-goers. Again, what is it that makes clubbing so enjoyable? What makes it worth you loosing sleep, and feeling unwell the next morning? Is it even worth all that? Are you a night person? Share.
Subscribe to this comment's feedwritten by Aku , July 20, 2008
lol It reminds me of next day skul and being boring lol now I try and enjoy everyday. U need to sleep more, its a health issue its worse than going out and getting drunk :eek :grin sweet Sunday
written by Aku , July 20, 2008
lol It reminds me of next day skul and being boring lol now I try and enjoy everyday. U need to sleep more, its a health issue its worse than going out and getting drunk :eek :grin sweet Sunday
written by fresh , July 20, 2008
i mean, its just, you know, u gotta live your life without thnking too hard abt everythng :p i go clubbing wneva im real pissed wth some1..or im really desperate fr ppl :sigh u just ls urself...u know hw it is...lt go of the worlds worries twice a week :grin written by fresh , July 20, 2008
i mean, its just, you know, u gotta live your life without thnking too hard abt everythng :p i go clubbing wneva im real pissed wth some1..or im really desperate fr ppl :sigh u just ls urself...u know hw it is...lt go of the worlds worries twice a week :grin written by fresh , July 20, 2008
i mean, its just, you know, u gotta live your life without thnking too hard abt everythng :p i go clubbing wneva im real pissed wth some1..or im really desperate fr ppl :sigh u just ls urself...u know hw it is...lt go of the worlds worries twice a week :grin 
sweet Sunday