Sleepless Nights 85 - Technological Upgrade

My knee hurts. I can't find words to describe it adequately.


Not a week in Egypt and already the old cycle of sleeplessness returns. This time, I resent it.

Strangely enough, I've decided to reintegrate into society and have even taken steps to achieve this. Enough with being bitter, enough with the whole routine of being pissed off with every little thing.

The holiday back home taught me one thing: You have a chance to achieve a lot of things. However these chances do not remain infinite and unfortunately, to make the best of things, communication with people on a basic level is a must. I know, talk about a fucked up system.

I backpacked through Peninsular Malaysia and it was enlightening to find out that there was always something present to open one's eyes wider that one initially thought. I don't even know where to start, to be frank. It was as if I stood in front of a machine that churned out random human nature and flung it to me at a remarkable speed. I'm writing a book about it. Uh, soon.

Sleep is an integral part of it, admittedly. Waking up in the evening greatly diminishes one's ability to socialise (God, that word...) and the whole structure will inadvertently fail and crumble.

What the hell am I talking about.

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Bought a new phone; an S3, which turned out to be fucking worth it. I can't believe half the things it can do, I always find myself mustering willpower to stop from hissing at it and screaming out 'DEVIL MAGIC!'. It's like being the first caveman to stumble upon fire. Holy dancing Durga, that must've been fucking hilarious.

Just in case your Hinduism is a bit rusty.

I guess I am terrified of change. I detest it. When you have a fixed landscape, it's so much easier to navigate through it and after awhile, it becomes comfortable. Change eliminates all that. The landscape becomes foreign, hostile even and eventually you'll fall and break your fucking neck or get impaled or some other variant of that shit.

Worst of all is when you notice that everybody else rides this wave effortlessly. What the fuck, man. Why do I feel as if I'm not making sense. Everytime I talk about this shit. Damn it all.

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I have a nescafe thermos. Or whatever it's called nowadays. For some reason, I wanted to make that fact known.

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New academic year starts now. Come, Lady Medicine, I saved you the trouble of making me bend over, all you need to do is fuck me up the ass.