The sleep troll.

It’s 3:13 in the morning and I can’t sleep. I have less than five hours for the test and I am trying in vain to stain my eyes with the saintly white light of WordPress through my phone’s broken screen. My roommate has burst into the room for the, I don’t know, six hundred and eighty ninth time now and each time, I seethed inside like Vesuvius on steroids. He doesn’t just open the door. He masturbates with the door knob and breaks in and rapes my sleep. And the click of the air conditioner’s relay is exasperating, for it switches the blower off and makes it seem like someone has put me to microwave in my blanket. And I smell something burning. No, it’s not a figure of speech; my roommate has left something to burn on the stove. The last thing I want now is the smoke detector to go off!

I guess finally something seems to be working. I do feel sleepy. But I can’t think of a good title for this blog post yet.

Guess what, I came up with a title.
It’s 7:50.

This would have worked at any time of the year.

1099857th first post

I think I have created so many blogs that there is one for every mood, every new job, for every relationship, each one of those epiphanic bathroom thoughts, for every precious hair strand I lose… I think there are more of my blogs  that I forgot about than the number of stories I made up for not remembering birthdays. And on that note, here goes another!