Day 62 - After a While You Grow Bored of Thinking About How Your Eyes Feel

Sometimes when you wake up tired a coffee only serves to apply a mild pressure on the crinkled puff which circles your heavy eyes. Heavy but also wearied, the force on your eyes isn't an overwhelming one, but it is oddly persistent for something so outwardly lazy. My forefinger and thumb tweezers some small pieces gristle out from the corner of them, hoping to simultaneously prod the eyes into action, but no dice. Today's precedent has been set.

Ironically I actually managed a fully good sleep for a change, waking up after 9am, despite still having a dodgy stomach. Unexpected bonus.

Various distractions mean I am continuing this entry after a two hour hiatus. The long anticipated third paragraph. Never lives up to the original. My eyes have gradually become accustomed to the day, removing direct linearity to the narrative, thus eliciting a growing air of dethatched irrelevance to each word which stumbles into questionable existence. To be fair, my eyes do remain somewhat reluctant, but like attempting to re-ignite an argument and the company you are in judgementally wondering why you are still dwelling on that, it feels like the moment has gone.

After a while you simply grow bored of thinking about and describing the feeling of your eyes. It may not be particularly interesting but living in a world of constant content it is difficult to bring new ideas to the table and there's a chance that is an original notion.