Dammit! Lost my flow. Now?!? Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh with the questions, mind! I'm starting again.
....................You'rrrrre not tirrrrred! You're fresherrrrrr than a loaf of steaminnnng homemade bread! Energised. Vitalised. You're...(Don't mind me. Jus-just hypnotising myself into believing that I'm not actually sitting here drifting off to sleep!). Hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!
O_O! Uuuuurgh?!? Come-onnnnnnnnn minnnnd!!!! Concentrate! We're supposed to be hypnotising my vitality! Not mediating like Russell Simmons! Hmmmmmmpf! Know what? I give up! This is why people lose their minds!
Lemme ask you this, instead. Would you agree to be hypnotised? Me? Nnnnnnnnnnotsomuch! Not even a little much! More like not at alllllll much! There's no way I will voluntarily allow some stranger to convince me that I'm a pregnant bushpig whose water just broke! The man has a sudden heart attack before he claps me out of it and then what?!? And that's not even "the glass is half empty" kinda thinking! It's just? Stranger things havvvvvvve happened!
Mannnnn?! I can't......I think I'm gonna stand up. Just gonna stand up right her in my mums lounge. And type. Seeing blurry at times. Probably when my eyes think I'm asleep. My vision does eventually clear up. Probably when my brain screams to my eyes...GOTCHAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
My vitality is struggling. Walk! Maybe I should walk. 'Cause I'm seeing two phones. Coming back! Going with safety here 'cause if I happen to fall asleep while walking? I don't want my phone to fall outa my hand, then I tramp it? Then I slip. I still have to drive home in the rain. If any part of by body breaks, I won't be able to pack! I'm going to reeeee-vitalise myself with a brisk walk down the passage!
Six brisk steps should do the trick!
It didn't.
On a lighter note? This TV is driving me batty! It's bringing on my sinus. But it's not my house. My dad doesn't like it when we touch the volume button. Ask any one of my cousins how he tortures us with his newly found love for loud music while we're all in the lounge chatting. If we ever work up the courage to turn it down? It becomes a case of diverting his attention. Or leaning over and letting your elbow rest on the volume button by mistake. Even that doesn't last long once he can hear everyones voices instead of Rod Stewarts.
Hence, I suffer in vitality-less discomfort. I don't even know if this commentator's talking English! What secret language is thissss? Sometimes it sounds like he is but then his voice is curling and it sounds like French. We don't even have French channels?!? Now the channels been switched to rugby.
Gawwwd, I'm in hell.
To my left? My mum is complaining to her sister that the soapie, Generations has become very pornographic. She stopped watching it...at NO point. But at least she's now voiced her displeasure....in their pleasure. To someone who doesn't even know the producer.
My father, on the three-seater couch? Ordered the TV to remove some player for doing nonsense. Ofcourse, it ignored him. "Escaaaaaaape! Escapppppe!" That's all I hear in my head. Meanwhile? I can just get into my car and drive home, right?
What would you do?
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