Sloth

Dec 04, 2007 06:24

The black of letters and the black of blinking eyelids. All these remind me of the black of sleep, the every luxury I've been wanting for the past hour reading Eviota's "The Political Economy of Gender..."
To keep myself awake I munched bits of Maggi instant spaghetti; only bits, because of a self-imposed requirement to finish only half of every meal. Actually, it's a regimen consisting of one-half of a meal per day, the other eating experiences: crackers. It's been three days. I'm delighted that it's working on my cheeks, less bulbous. But as it is, I'm still starving.
To avoid sleep, I eat, but I eat without filling myself up, which makes me a perfect combination of tiredness and starvation.
Though I had every intention to keep my priorities straight, my drowse seemed to outweigh the studying at hand.
So I had to find ways to distract myself. I had to keep busy with my readings. I needed a break. So I did a little YouTube streaming, then Mean Girls in Media Player, followed by Pride and Prejudice, then Talkback on ANC, then Sparknotes, and finally... it was 5 pm. I ended up distracted even when I had no intention to be. And I'm still tired.
I should have just slept instead of wasting my time.

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