It's official. I am a zombie.
Yep, that's right, I am now a member of the undead.... though mostly dead.
In those rare moments in which I am not konked out on my bed... or the couch... or my mom's bed... or the floor by the fire... I am struggling to keep myself conscious. Right now, as I sit on the floor with my back against the couch (the whole of which is being occupied by my ipod-playing little brother, who probably doesn't even realize that I'd really like to sit on it... that's called a communications break down, children. When the person who wants to sit on the couch does not mention to the person hogging the couch that she wants to be a person sharing the couch, but simply sits on the floor by the couch thinking about how her brother who is hogging the couch needs to be zapped by a mutant lightning bug so that he will turn a niiiice, crispy, black color with his hair standing straight up, then we have a gap in communication. Pretty sure I'm the source of that gap.)
Where was I?
Ah yes, being a zombie.
Anywho, as I sit here on the floor, I look to my right, and my cat - a lovely Siamese specimen who answers only to "Your Majesty" or "Master" - is curled up in a ball, hugging her tail and sleeping peacefully. I can see the rise and fall of her little stomach, and I am filled with such a jealous rage that SHE can sleep WHENEVER she so desires for AS LONG as she might wish, that the flesh on my face starts falling off, and I start talking like, "GRAHW MRAHW NANANAHR!!!! roarsqueak," and I suddenly want to go chew on her sides.
Actually, in all honesty, I kinda do want to go chew on her, just because she'd leap about 50 feet in the air, making the only noise she knows how to make ("HHHHGGGCCCCCHHHHH!" that's a, um, hiss, if you couldn't tell), and her tail would poof out to roughly the size of a canoe.
But I digress.
I am a zombie.
What is it about my body that has abandoned the sunny world of the living to go snooze for about 75% of my vacation? I just don't get it! I sleep full nights and sleep in the days, and want to sleep when I'm not sleeping. My family tells me not to worry about it - I've had a rough semester and my body is trying to catch up from the stress, and replace its depleted chemicals and recuperate and all that. It IS true - my body does feel like it's finally letting go of the tension that has been making my shoulders ache for the last 3 or 4 months. My Daddy has been irreplaceable in that aspect - his massages are sublime!
BUT! I'm losing my vacation to my exhaustion! I know the point of vacations is to relax (OR mega-stress yourself out from trying to do everything you want to do in the limited amount of time you have - but this isn't that kind. This is a nice week at home, playing with my family, and resting up), but really! The relaxing is making it nigh impossible to spend the time with my family that I would like to spend!
Alright, I resolve that tomorrow I shall stay awake the WHOLE day. No more zombie nappy nap time. I shall no longer be among the undead.
Which means, I have about 3 remaining seconds to go all zombie-freak, chomp my little brother in the stomach and tickle him off one of the couch cushions.
Bwah. ha. ha.
GRAHW MRAHW NANANAHR!!!!
Wow. He just kinda looked at me and said, "You realize you just smacked your head into my knee, right?"
Zombie fail.
No comments:
Post a Comment