When Zombies Walk

When Zombies Walk…

Waking up today was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. To begin with, I hardly enough sleep. I don’t know, for some weird reason, I just didn’t feel sleepy at all when I lied down on my bed. But the opposite was true when I was on the ride home. Strangest things happen, really.

I can only attribute it to one reason: massage. The massage I had last night was very invigorating. Every cackle on my bone and stretch I endured only made me feel more alive than ever. It must be some masochistic thing that I only realize I have until last night. After more than 80 minutes of pulling, kneading and wringing, my senses were working overtime last night. For once, my memory was functioning again; I could taste how good the fried bangus was and how delectable every pulp of the pomelo was. It was delightful.

The downside? I was up the entire night. And I’m really like that. Nothing ever forces me to sleep when my senses are all aware. No matter how many times I roll, if my mind isn’t tired yet I won’t be able to sleep.

I fell asleep in about an hour or so. But that sleep was not REM sleep. You know that state of sleep when you dream lucidly and your body goes on full repair. And when you don’t achieve that state, you wake up feeling tired just the same. Worse, you will be even sleepier. The opposite is true if you oversleep. Meaning, when you snoozed too much, you also get the risk of feeling tired too. Something about REM (rapid eye movement) that makes you that is really amazing.

So anyway, I was to work early today. Now when I truly need to be alert, focused and well-rested, I come in sleepy, tired and woozy. I hope two glasses of full on black iced tea would do it for me. Otherwise, the next one would be a Coke. Or if I still feel sleepy, I’d get some much-needed zzzs.

I think the thing with waking up early and not getting enough sleep is such a bad combination. I am not an early waker during weekdays. I have not much reason to get up early. Everytime I wake up early I always get late to work. Take this, if I wake up at 6:30 and be out of the house by 7:30, waiting time for a commute will take me around an hour or so. So I’ll get to work by 10am na. If I wake up at 8:30 and get out of the house by 9am. I am at work by 10am too. Strange isn’t it? Life could really play harsh jokes on us most of the time and I am pikon. I don’t like jokes like that especially when I am serious about going to work early. It’s so ironic even that whenever I tell myself I want to come in early for work, I always arrive 30 minutes later than my usual time. Or worse, whenever I tell myself I want to go home early, I always end up going home around 12am or past that. Life is a cruel joker.

Anyway, I am here now at Milward Brown waiting for the first respondent to arrive. She’s not yet here. I already downed the McDo Longganisa meal in 5 minutes anticipating that we’d start any moment now. Alas, we have not started yet. Oh well, there’s still a sausage McMuffin waiting there for me now.

Oh, and the last thing, we start the group discussion later I will be staying on the other side of the room – the dark room. I fear that I will only fall asleep if I don’t try to listen to every word she says. And I have legitimate reason to feel that since so far I am the only one on this side of the room. Shucks. Well, catching up some zzs isn’t bad, but this is work hour. Haha.

I think we’re starting anytime now. Thank God.

Now the zombie shifts focus from food, to the imc, then to fgd. The zombie lives for another day.