The world cup is drawing to a close and I have come to the conclusion that whichever team that I unassumingly support crashes out of the tournament. Yesterday it was
Yesterday night I was waiting for the football match to begin and I could feel myself drifting off. So I came online thinking that if I looked at a bright screen for an hour, my drowsiness would go away. I know that this idea of mine would make you think that my brain was probably misplaced but I beg to differ. I am very different from my fellow men and women. I like to do things differently. Why? It's just my way. I once woke up at 4, brushed my teeth and went back to sleep. Yea, I guess that is pretty weird but hey, you've got only one life, be weird.
So as I was saying, I sat in front of the computer for an hour and soon my eyes began to open and close every two seconds. Luckily the match was on its way by then and I felt that this would pep me up. As has been the case for me with all the midnight matches so far, I began to feel very hungry by the 25th minute of the game. Now, I do not pride myself on my cooking skills, especially when I am walking around with one eye open. I decided to make myself a nice, tasty sandwich. Unfortunately the toaster didn't work and I was not sure how to work the stove. So I took two slices of bread, placed a frozen cheese slice between them and stuffed it in my mouth. True to popular conception, it tasted horrible. I decided that I would have some unboiled, cold milk to complete my midnight feast. Unfortunately, my good friend returned to talk to me about his role as a night-time predator and I ran away from the kitchen with the bread in my mouth.
80 minutes into the game and I was sitting on the chair struggling to keep my eyes open. It was the same feeling I felt when I read Shantaram in the morning (of which I've finished 551 pages. I rock, don't I?). Before I knew it, I fell of the chair and on to the bread crumbs on the floor. I realized that there was no use trying to keep myself awake when the two stupid teams hadn't even scored a goal yet. So, I brushed my teeth at 1.30 and fell off to sleep, unaware that I had forgotten to switch of the TV. Man, do I rock!
P.S: For more weirdness, check this out. The author of that post has just been admitted to a mental asylum.