Bleary Eyes

I’m not a morning person, never have been. Some people hear their alarms and bounce out of bed. If this applies to you, I applaud you…and hate you. I’m far more likely to hit the snooze button and attempt to bury back under the duvet, preferably until I hit Narnia

When you’re working you don’t have a choice. The problem is unless you want to be in college for the rest of your life ( I learnt this one the hard way ) you don’t have a choice either. How do I survive the injustice of having to get up. every .single.morning. Music.

And coffee.

Earphones are the most antisocial piece of technology ever invented, and my God I love them! That ” I want to chat” person attempting to make eye- contact on an already steamed up, cramped up bus? Ha, good luck to ya buddy. I don’t do small talk until after 9, at least

Here’s one of my favourite, thaw out tunes. Add a piping hot coffee and a bus partner ho is happy to ignore me right back, and the morning becomes bearable.

 

Saturday Expectations : Get up and go for a run, cook a tasty but healthy lunch, catch up on some study. Go for drinks/catch up with friends safe in the knowledge that no matter how late the night gets today has been productive.

HA.

Saturday Reality ; It’s 3 pm, there’s no milk and the shop is a whole 5 minutes away. Not only would I have to go outside..I’d have to get out of my onsie. I have two more hours before I absolutely have to throw myself into the shower and even then, I’ll be running around like a headless chicken trying to find my other shoe. I’ll be running for the bus whilst trying to convince my house mate I’m already on it. Pulling off that shneaky manoeuvre where you press your phone into your ear so as to drown out all other noise. Foolproof I tell you!

But it’s alright! I’ll get loads done tomorrow

This is such a great lazy ( let’s be honest ) Saturday tune. So chill, by the end your seeped of all tension and wondering who owns the sexy voice…and where the replay button is dammit.

“Smoke with me babe
And laugh with me baby
And lay with me baby
Cause I just want the simple things”

~ Junkie ~

That frustrated feeling, fingers restless but oddly still, like the need to do it is brewing, dancing up the delicate bones and squeezing gently at the joints. Do it.

Thoughts aren’t clear and steady. That would be a relief. Instead they fog your head, swirling determinedly, just enough to make you acutely aware of their presence yet refusing to settle. Do it.

The overwhelming feeling that to start, to really start is a like a careless flick of a domino. Simple, but irreversible. Just do it.

Why do it? Because you don’t have a choice. You never did, not really.

Just write.