It is probably one of those nights again where sandman failed to drop by to blow some dust on me to send me into lala land. No, I do not fault him for that as I am probably the one at fault.
It probably started off with the hours I kept while in Europe. With the day long, night short and the long schedule, I spent no more than 4 hours a day asleep while I was there. The meetings and drinkings did not helped either.
While I stayed away longer, I can't help but felt surreal the moment that I came home that I felt a sense of detachment. It does seems like there is a think veil between the reality and myself. Nothing seems real anymore and the sense of detachment while abated slightly, is still there nagging at me.
I cannot really tell what is wrong with me, or for that matter, what is wrong with those around me. I do hope that I get to the bottom of it and soon.
Some associate it with the sense of fatigue, but I do know that there has to be a second wind somewhere and I do hope that I catch it soon during this 2 weeks of ICT.
I really do not know what is wrong, or maybe, just maybe, I know but I am just blocking it out as repression is a way the mind deals with problems that it does not wish to cope.
Either way, I sure hope that I can get all these fixed and real soon.
