“I’ll Sleep An Extra 30 Minutes”

There’s a middle eastern themed song playing in my head.

It’s the melody from a Dead Prez song.

Which song?

I’m not sure.

This morning, I chose to stay in bed for “an extra 30 minutes”.

It stretched into 90 minutes.

I slept shit.

Tossing and turning.

Couldn’t sink into sleep.

I’m feeling groggy and I doubt the extra sleep helped.

Now, the perfectionist side of me is wont to thinking “Oh it’s over man, fuck fuck FUCK, my whole day is fucked.”

But I’m actively making myself not think that way.

Focusing on the NOW, what actions I can do NOW to carry on with my daily routine from whatever else I need to start doing next.

(Bathing and breakfast before writing.)

Anyway, I decided I’ll write for a short moment and post anyway instead of “doing it later in the day”.

Oh, and here are my drawings from yesterday — Day 2 of 30 yo!

-Thomas Lekhanya