Sleeping with Kryptonite
Those days I feel like Superman. But not like him while he's diverting nuclear missiles, or when he's whacking the daylight out of Lex Luthor….No. I am feeling like when he has that kryptonite necklace around his neck and he can’t even erase the email's junkbox.
I’m in the bed and the alarm goes on, it’s 7.30am. I feel like my blanket weights a ton. You get where I'm going, right? I try and try but nothing. For a few seconds I get up into my arms, one more effort, Come on! But my arms collapse again miserably. Another try, and another fall. Miraculously, Chen-Mei comes and puts the blanket away yelling at me: get out lazy pig!!! Finally, the modern Louis Lane came to my rescue :)
I’m in the bed and the alarm goes on, it’s 7.30am. I feel like my blanket weights a ton. You get where I'm going, right? I try and try but nothing. For a few seconds I get up into my arms, one more effort, Come on! But my arms collapse again miserably. Another try, and another fall. Miraculously, Chen-Mei comes and puts the blanket away yelling at me: get out lazy pig!!! Finally, the modern Louis Lane came to my rescue :)