There’s this lizard that’s taken up residence in the little grill that contains the pots outside my living room window. Every night, by about ten, it starts scurrying all over the sliding windows, looking for a way in. I’ve been watching this happen for a week now and the damned reptile isn’t giving up. Now that it knows there’s no way I’m letting it in, it’s taken to taken to casting furtive glances and turning away every time I look. This little game of hide and seek goes on for as long as I’m awake.
It’s grown noticeably larger since the first time I spotted it and seems determined to leave its paw-prints all over the windows. It doesn’t run away when I look now and attempts some lizard-ly form of scare tactics, which have had no effect yet. Yesterday, it thought it would gross me out by plucking a moth out of the air and gobbling it up slowly, savouring each bite. I was pretty bored then, and although fascinated, did not lose my dinner. It definitely needs tips from the Venus Fly Trap. It’s disappeared for now, probably wondering how best to break and enter.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
P.W.R. – 23 hours, 40 minutes in LaLaLand
After a long time I can say with some confidence that I’ve finally created that one Personal World record that no one but a comatose person can beat. It was the circumstances that aided in the creation of this record.
So I’d slept not more than 15 hours in the past week and not at all Friday night, working on this stupid project, a 32-page magazine which, now that I see in print, was surely worth all the sleepless nights. After a whirlwind Saturday, I hit the hay at precisely 8.30 pm after having written an exam without preparing for it and lugging 5 kilos of groceries in a half-conscious state.
I woke up some two hours ago, at say 8.10 pm thinking surely that I’d done the unthinkable by lasting 24 hours, only to rush to clock and find that I’d missed the mark by just 20 minutes. Life does suck right about now, but on the bright side, my head’s been spinning ever since I woke up and no amount of food will set it right. Guess I’ll have to sleep it off.
So I’d slept not more than 15 hours in the past week and not at all Friday night, working on this stupid project, a 32-page magazine which, now that I see in print, was surely worth all the sleepless nights. After a whirlwind Saturday, I hit the hay at precisely 8.30 pm after having written an exam without preparing for it and lugging 5 kilos of groceries in a half-conscious state.
I woke up some two hours ago, at say 8.10 pm thinking surely that I’d done the unthinkable by lasting 24 hours, only to rush to clock and find that I’d missed the mark by just 20 minutes. Life does suck right about now, but on the bright side, my head’s been spinning ever since I woke up and no amount of food will set it right. Guess I’ll have to sleep it off.
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