Stop. Wait a minute. I have work to do. My phone lies neglected to my left. The entertainment drawn out of it a few hours earlier. You can check social media so many times before there are no new distractions. To my right is my GMAT study guide. The large orange letters loom in the corner of my eye. So much potential for entertainment right? Wrong.
The urge for productivity stops the corner of my mind that urges for me to watch TV. To watch a potentially effective afternoon slip past. No. I can't. I have to do...do...do something. Anything.
The desperation shakes my drifting mind back into the present. I try to push the intoxicating hum from all recesses of my mind. Click. Click. Click. It is getting harder and harder to ignore the lullaby that is playing. It is like the siren's song that so many sailing stories equate to destruction. This environmental lullaby is trying to lure me from my desk and to the unbelievably soft-looking couch right behind me. My will is beginning to weaken.
The physical manifestation of a not-so-good night of sleep shows in my tired eyes everything I pass a mirror. The bags seem to expand with every passing moment. It is like there are anchors attached to them. Slowly dragging down and down, weakening my restraint, and wearing down my energy.
I've tried so many tactics to reign in the anchors and block this notion of sleep form my mind. Water chugging. The only effect I feel is a slightly nauseous stomach. Jumping Jacks. They simply expended more of my energy, pushing me closer and closer to the plank's edge. Everything I try seems to have the opposite effect.
I am so weak. So weakly. Soweaky. Sweepy. Sleepy. Maybe a ten minute nap won't hurt right?