One switch left behind

While ironing my mum's work pants yesterday, I thought I heard some 'shingles' as I rattled my hand,I gave it a light shake again and there it was. The sweet sound that coins made as they bumped onto each other.

I thought I would get lucky again. I thought perhaps Fairy Godmama would favour me again. She rewarded me $5 when I was hanging the clothes on the bamboo sticks when mum was away for holidays previously. I think she stole that $5 from my mum's jeans but it's ok. Finder's keeper.

I looked at the pocket and it stares back emptily at me. Empty. It sure looks empty.
So I shook it light again.
-Shingle,shingle,shingle-
"Coins,coins,coins!!" I thought to myself.

It took me what it seemed like 10 seconds to realise where does that 'shingling' came from.
Behold.

My chunky braclet (Jason's aunts' bday gift for me)

Spell duh duh duh duh dooofus.

I had a lengthy sleep but it still doesn't feel enough. I wish the birds & rats would not start their concerts as early as 6am plus. It keeps me awake for a long time and short time to get back to sleep again - Only to wake up in 10 mins time by the time I fall back to sleep.

Off to Grumpsville.

I went to work today, feeling my brain isn't functioning totally. This feeling carries on till I reached home.

What I looked like before going Grumpsville

What I looked like returning from Grumpsville

Totally fagged.

Sometimes we lead a day feeling like leaving a switch on our bodies unswitched. Sometimes I feel like I forgot a mutiple of switches altogether. It leaves me a pretty hollow feeling, especially in the head.
I walked back home (jaded) feeling like a puppet. If you snap your fingers infront of me and order me to sleep, I would close my eyes and sleep.

I do not like this feeling.
Very much.

Tomorrow gonna be another shot. I fear tracing my steps back to grumpsville but I hope to do better tomorrow.

I hope I leave no switches behind tomorrow.