2. Morning Sickness

The morning mist of the inevitable winter woke me up. The large thud on the door, as someone wanted to sell some shitty trousers though he claimed them to be branded. Dude, it is seven in the morning. I don't want your bloody branded trousers or jeans or that formal shirts. I just want some peace, some sleep. But I am woken up already. I look around. The light is still on, the laptop is still running, the TV as well. What happened last night? I was reading something over the internet last night and I fell asleep. I was on my bed the whole time sleeping on my high end mobile, with that high end laptop. Thank god, I didn't kick any of these. Else now I would have been in ICU for a serious heart attack.

I got a text from a friend of mine saying "It's very misty here" at  6 am in the morning. Umm, Sir, It is misty everywhere in winters. And when I reply him with a hint of sarcasm, I get the whole explanation. Whoa, whoa! Sir, I am going to kill myself. That was sarcasm and I can't even tell that it is. It would be so stupid. So, this is the very same guy i mentioned in the last post. So, anyway I woke up late. The problem is not that I woke up. The problem is actually because I slept. I am just breaking the Insomnia code. In the past month, I have slept at nights without my consent than the time I actually wanted to sleep. So, you ask me when did I want to sleep anyway? The answer would be Not on a single day. I usually find myself curled up on the bed with everything that I mentioned earlier. And the time is like 5 am or something like that. I realize then that it is time to make up the bed and sleep properly. It is then I actually wanted to sleep. Else I had never wanted to sleep only. 

I think it is scary when one finds out that their folks read their blog. It was / still is scary for me as well. That's why I tried to get the whole anonymity thing up and running. And that seems to be working too well for me. I created an url just in my name to start with the whole anonymity thing. You are wondering What's wrong with this guy? Well, Welcome to the club, I have the prestigious VIP pass for that. But I care the least. I don't usually care how one would picture me or think of me. I know what I am. And nothing is going to change that. So, you are welcome to judge and I am not going to give a shit about it. Are you judging me already? Great, don't let me stop you. Ponder, break your thoughts. Go jump from a building. I would care the least.

My birthday is coming up. And this time, I am trying to keep it super secret. No, I don't celebrate birthdays. It is really awkward. Actually I feel very awkward. I don't like to be at the center the so called attraction. Wait, let me rephrase that, I don't like to be the center of attraction. I simply hate that. So, yeah I am not disclosing it until the night of that day. But I had to tell another blogger friend. I couldn't keep that secret up for a long time. And I have to plan a treat now. Hmph! 

Oh! Yeah, I forgot to tell. I almost posted this when I realized I missed something that I wanted to mention. So, I am bathing with cold water every morning. No, that is not good or cool. It is cold per say. And it is freaking winter. I usually bath with hot water in summers only, leave alone the time or period of the year. So, the credit goes to the crazy ass water heater which surprisingly-mysteriously stops working every other day. So thanks, you damn water heater. Seriously though, stop malfunctioning too often like some of my over-intelligent friends.  

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