The Writeventures of Emaleecious

Its 10:00 am. I know this for a fact without looking at my watch or getting any alarm notification. The familiar tendrils of sleep tantalize my eyes. It promises to be a beautiful 2 hours with my eyes shut. I feel the pressure to shut my eyes for a second. I try to fight it. I fail woefully. Each time for the last two weeks, I have failed. Today will be no exception, I already know that but I try  nonetheless . I stand up and move over to my colleagues table under the pretext of asking for a file. What exactly did we conclude on the issue? She looks at me blankly at first and later it transforms to irritation. You took the minutes of meeting yourself and have the file. why are you asking me? she says. I ask for her forgiveness and tell her that I just needed another voice to my thoughts. to be sure I captured the right thing. Alas, it wasn't me acting stupidly. It was the sleep speaking through my brain. I couldn't do anything with that potent force. Source I went...

I killed a gecko today. I naturally hate thing that creep and crawl. I hate it when they get into my house. Un-invited. I was going into the kitchen to get a snack. That was when I saw it, balancing on my wall like it owned the place. I took a step forward and it moved in sync. I was upset. I waited for a bit, and the " idiat " also waited, playing a game with me. So I went to the kitchen and picked up a broom. I was scared and bold at the same time. Scared that it would jump at me, bold that I could kill it. I also took a can of insecticide.  I was so battle ready and glad that no one was in to watch my drama. I sprayed it first with insecticide and it promptly fell to the ground. I screamed and jumped back, then started using my broom to attack.  It climbed back on the wall, and I tried to hit it forcefully, in the process, I grazed the knuckle of my index finger. That didn't stop me for a second. I hit it again and chopped off the tail. It climbed back up and I hit it...