Yesterday night and until early in the morning today I have been writing articles on a very technical topic. I had this great plan that I would divide them among the days of the previous week and I would only have to write 5 on Sunday. Well, I ended up having to write 16. Who would have thought? So I pulled an all nighter and managed to deliver on time, even though I think I was half-dreaming, half-hallucinating during the last two.
I went to bed at 7 o'clock this morning and had to wake up at 13:00 to prepare for the third lesson with the Greek kids. I felt like a brain-dead potato and was about to post this on facebook, because it described quite accurately the way I felt. I felt tired and miserable and as if someone had beaten me up. And I can clearly remember that five years ago it was not an issue at all to sleep 3 hours a night for weeks in a row.
And as I was prepared to hit the "post" button, I got a message from my best friend, telling me that someone we knew had just died on the road. A person at the age of our parents, maybe a bit younger, slightly too old to rock and roll and certainly to young to die. I was numb and didn't know what to think or say. The link of the song was still there on my facebook wall, waiting to be posted. Immediately I realized the vast difference between being dead-tired and just plain dead and the irony of wanting to post this specific song just because I was tired and sleepy. I felt stupid.
I have more news and thoughts to write about and share with you, but right now I am just not it the mood, so excuse me.
I went to bed at 7 o'clock this morning and had to wake up at 13:00 to prepare for the third lesson with the Greek kids. I felt like a brain-dead potato and was about to post this on facebook, because it described quite accurately the way I felt. I felt tired and miserable and as if someone had beaten me up. And I can clearly remember that five years ago it was not an issue at all to sleep 3 hours a night for weeks in a row.
And as I was prepared to hit the "post" button, I got a message from my best friend, telling me that someone we knew had just died on the road. A person at the age of our parents, maybe a bit younger, slightly too old to rock and roll and certainly to young to die. I was numb and didn't know what to think or say. The link of the song was still there on my facebook wall, waiting to be posted. Immediately I realized the vast difference between being dead-tired and just plain dead and the irony of wanting to post this specific song just because I was tired and sleepy. I felt stupid.
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ReplyDeletewho doesn't love those nights that an issue, a project, a deadline, a love keeps him/her awake...feeling alive.