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sank, at the realization of what had really
Upped but mentally disjointed.
Out of gas ... I haven't heard that one in a long time.
discombobulation
Quiet descended, a silence so consuming that even the drafty corridors ceased whistling. Bog wasn't certain where to look, so he solved the problem by plucking out his eyes and sticking them in a drawer.
Half Asleep in Frogg pajamas.
I was in that painful condition which occurs when one has lost one's first wind and has not yet got one's second.
All that I am hangs by a thread tonight
My heart has jet lag.
ANIENTED (A'NIENTED) adj.[anneantir, Fr.]Frustrated; brought to nothing.
was working the cold up
There was a dense fog in my brain,impenetrable to any coherent thought,except the dull obsession of counting the minutes - an aching state of semi concsiousness and numb idiocy.
He was stymied, unable to go forward, unable to go back.
When something awful happens, sometimes people get stuck.
Relax, Recharge,
Renew, Restored.
What is wrong with you?' I shake my head. 'Pull it together.'
And that's what it feels like: pulling the different parts of me up and in like a shoelace. I feel suffocated, but at least I feel strong.
Faded way too long, I'm floatin in and out of consciousness
He's sick." "What with?" "Sitzenlust. Chronic. The opposite of wanderlust.
drunk right now, Amfortas suspected, or high on amphetamine,
I'm tired again, I've tried again, and now my heart is full.
And I just can't explain ... so I won't even try to.
My bed isn't made, I'm tired, I haven't slept well for two weeks. I haven't been laid in a month. I don't have a girlfriend. I have a warrant for my arrest.
And sank into the profound slumber which comes only to such
fortunate folk as are troubled neither with mosquitoes nor fleas nor excessive activity of brain.
I feel like I'm playing chess underwater. The pieces keep floating away. I don't know where things are. I can't figure out tomorrow.
Sleep is out ... tired is the new black.
Buffeted but not broken.
What's gotten into you today? All evening
Everything I've done I've just fallen into.
I think I'm a little concussed.
have gambled and stalled.
I can't find my breath.
Sluggish idleness
the nurse of sin.
There was nothing the matter with them except they were dead tired. It was not the dead-tiredness that comes through brief and excessive effort, from which recovery is a matter of hours; but it was the dead-tiredness that comes through the slow and prolonged strength drainage of months of toil.
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail, poisoned in the bushes,
blown out on the trail; hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn,
"Come in," she said, "I'll give ya shelter from the storm."
The field was wet, the lane was wet, and the spirits of my mechanic and helper were damp.
wandered. Such has been my common
Frazzled and delirious, as I've just finished a new book of stories. I feel like Moses staggering down the mountainside with the tablets of stone.
But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in To saucy doubts and fears.
We're all in the same boat, and we're all seasick.
Oh my gawd, I slept like a bear in hibernation,
Taking a dump...blackout
The darkness is choking me.
Immobilization: A state, however mild or serious, in which you are not functioning at the level that you would like to. If feelings lead to such a state, you need to look no further for a reason to get rid of them.
He was in an eddy again, a deep, lethargic gulf, without desire to work or write, love or dissipate.
There's a few tired limbs in the blue legs.
Many people are in a rut and a rut is nothing but a grave - with both ends kicked out.
I'm tired, it's raining, and I am not a waterlily.
I am 33 years old, and what can I have been doing that I still am in a muddle? But everyone else is, too; maybe our muddles are concurrent.
Dead. Never been that before. Not even once.
I feel restless, and something seems to weigh me down.
He was numb: heart-numb, mind-numb, soul-numb. And the numbness, he realized, went a long way down, and a long way back.
Sleep. I'm here to catch you.
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm.
Feel like a broke-down engine, ain't got no drivin' wheel. You all been down and lonesome, you know just how a poor man feels.
Slept too long. And I don't much like the world I woke up to.
very acutely conscious
I am so tired. Tired--but so so so wired to the moon.
I sat up in bed. My T-shirt was soaking wet. My pillow was wet. My hair was wet. And my room was sticky and humid.
Plan your work - work your plan. Lack of system produces that 'I'm swamped' feeling.
In the morning I woke like a sloth in the fog.
Your hair may be brushed, but your mind's untidy. You've had about seven hours of sleep since Friday. No wonder you feel that lost sensation. You're sunk from a riot of relaxation.
lounging around the pull
He screamed. Mmm?' inquired the gentleman. I ... I would never presume to interrupt you, sir. But the ground appears to be swallowing me up.' It is a bog,' said the gentleman, helpfully. It is certainly a most terrifying substance.
First of all, I'm not even tired.Tired-- Mo Willems
Again from its brumal sleep
SORIN
Last night I went to bed at ten and woke at nine this morning, feeling as if, from oversleep, my brain had stuck to my skull. [Laughing] And yet I accidentally dropped off to sleep again after dinner, and feel utterly done up at this moment. It is like a nightmare.
With one glance he had got himself trapped in the brown fundament of her eyes, he was in danger of sinking, as if into a soft, brown swamp, and he had to close his own eyes for a second to get out of it..
One slumber finds another.
You were supposed to be keeping an eye on the place," Donegan said.
"I was," Gracious yawned.
"You were asleep."
"I was resting my eyes."
"You were snoring."
"I was exercising my lungs.
Let's get some rest.
Like a great bog humanity swamped her, and she sank in, weak at the knees, filled with repulsion and fear of every person she met.
I was adrift, tugged and pulled by the gravity of solitude, a festering hunger driving me like a relentless martinet
Three hours ago I was in bed, I thought miserably. I should have stayed there.
My mind is boggled,
He sagged to his knees. He ached all over. It wasn't just that his brain was writing cheques that his body couldn't cash. It had gone beyond that. Now his feet were borrowing money that his legs hadn't got, and his back muscles were looking for loose change under the sofa cushions.
My fingers smell like soil and my lips taste like sugar and I'm so awake right now I wonder if I'll be able to sleep tonight.
Sleep evaded him like an old friend who owed him money.
Somehow I fell asleep in the graveyard.
Glistened on the rope, almost level now. Das
back as a mud-smashing
Overstimulated. Light, sound, touch, all had been amped up. He closed his eyes to shut out the excess information and tried to get his senses to slow down.
Strangely, when I totally emerged from this slump I couldn't comprehend how I had almost drowned it it.
He was feeling buoyant, flexible. He wanted to go jogging. He stood. He couldn't go jogging. He called room service and ordered a basket of breads and pastries.
The fog may seem thick but the sun will surely pierce through and brighten up the sky. Allow yourself to continue to rest on the wings of God's love and watch yourself learn to soar high.
Sleep felt miles away, and he couldn't shake the despair and hopelessness that coursed through his body and mind -
sleep felt as far away as home
If you are chronically down, it is a lifelong fight to keep from sinking
The fog of illusion, the fog of confusion is hanging all over the world.
Relax, Recharge,br />Renew, Restored.
There was a mattress, discolored and waterlogged, like a cartoon-strip drunk slumped against a pole.
Relax, Recreate and Refresh!
I can't breathe.
I've been working like a machine, and feeling like a lost soul.
I got high, and forgot I wasn't supposed to get high.
Take time to relax, renew and be revived.
My heart is so tired
We're all a little tired.
Relax, refresh and revive your soul, spirit and body.
Like a silly amateur sailor I have drifted into very deep water.
I'm tired, but proud.
Every bone in my body was crying out for rest, but I knew if I stopped, and perhaps slept, I would die. I had to keep going. It was strange, but the thirst which was killing me was also the driving force keeping me on this long, desperate march.