Just when I thought that I couldn't possibly be any more of a philologist, I find it. The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. The tinkling laughter of a mirthful child. The smell of freshly laundered sheets hanging in the sun to dry. I'm sorry, I must be misguiding you. I'm not describing a lover's smile; I'm describing my favourite word in the English language: Dysania.
Doesn't it just sound epic? Dysania is the inability to get out of bed in the morning. It's like the word was invented exclusively for me! I should have come up with it first. Or maybe I didn't have to, because with me, dysania doesn't have an opposite, and therefore doesn't need to be invented. I doubt that made sense, so let's break it down. In the movie The Invention of Lying, fibbing is not done. Everyone just says the truth, so you don't really need words like truth, honesty, lying, etc. Comprenez-vous? Bien.
Back to my point, I'm sure I've beaten the world record for hitting the snooze button. I have my alarm set on 6 a.m., and the snooze for 5 minutes (because I'm very punctual like that). I have to hit the snooze button as soon as Adam Young says 'I lay awake and miss you'. It's my thing. By the time I'm out of bed, it's 8:30, my driver is insane mad, and I missed Calculus. But, whatever, I'm well rested, and that's the point.
How Kureiji Is That?
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