This weekend pretty much tuckered me out. I kicked it so hard and suffered for it the next day. Shoot, I was still sleepy when I went to work today. And when I’m sleepy, i’m no good. My cat eyes already look like slits. When I’m sleepy (or drunk), they look closed. *Sigh* I hope my boss didn’t think I took me a shot of something when he saw me today because I looked like I was walking with my eyes closed.
I fall asleep in the most inopportune places at the worst times. I’m NOTORIOUS for that. I can fall asleep anywhere, and there are at least 10 pictures of me asleep including but not limited to:
- The Club (loud music be damned. I’ve been knocked out right by the speakers too)
- In the car on roadtrips (I can be a sucky passenger. But I don’t mean it. Cars lull me to slumber)
- On the bus/train (I will sometimes take the long route to places so I can have a longer nap. I fear how many commuters have taken pics of me)
- Class (How I graduated college when I spent at least 60% of classes dreaming is a miracle. And worst thing is I’d often fall asleep in the first or 2nd row)
It seems that the more you try to fight it, the worse this sleepiness gets.
In High School, I took a law class, and my class was chosen to be jurors in Mock Trials for actual Law School students. Well, it was a full day, and we had to listen to a civil case (definitely no one screaming “I demand satisfaction” and slamming their briefcases dramatically). I was good for the first 3, shoot 4 hours. Then we broke for lunch. We came back and between itis and the overall bore of the case, I was no good. Next thing I know, I’d blink and open my eyes and a couple of minutes would have passed. I kept fighting it but my eyes were all heavy. Everytime I’d blink, it’d be longer than the last. Before I knew it, my head dropped and I was in la-la-land. Then all of a sudden, I heard “Someone please wake up Juror #5″. I looked up and the whole courtroom was looking at me. GAAHTDANG dawg. It was the judge that had ordered Juror #4 to wake me up. *Sigh* Well at least I was not slobbing (unlike that time when I fell asleep at college orientation, mouth open and ERRTHANG! Swear I woke up to a pool that was previously not there. TMI? Ah well. Thought we was fam.).
It ain’t my fault y’all. I need to get it together. This is admitted.