Recently I wrote about the fact that I got up at 5:45 once of my own volition ( http://swappinglives.blogspot.com/2008/06/morning-tales.html ). Little was I to know that that was just the beginning of a steep slope of decline. The brat who turned over to peer hazily and grumpily at the distant cell phone clock at the hour of 8 or 9 even on work days was slowly yet surely being metamorphized into the psycho who wakes up clear eyed when even the sun hasn't completely broken its shackles from the inky darkness spreading towards the horizon.
I've been consistently getting up at 5, 5:30 maximum 6 am for the past week and a half. As a result, I come home from work, have a quick dinner, read a bit and then hit the sack by...gulp...9, 10 maximum 11 pm. Yes, this from me who used to warm up by midnight for a couple of hours of revelry. Its unbelievable but true. No alarm clock, deliberate attempts to stay up late and consequentially sleep till late have all proved absolutely useless. Whatever I do I wake up bright eyed way too early in the morning for any self respecting guy.
I don't know what to do? What's happening to me? someone, help.
3 comments:
It's time!
;)
blooddy... u r getting old... dont start going to temple and all in the morning now!!!
u better get back to delhi asap.....
Reddy: It jolly well ISN'T time! :)
PS: hmm, waise i do get bored ki kya karoon uth ke itni jaldi - good suggestion :)
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