This exhausting life that I'm currently managing through can only be revealed by the labyrinthine syntax enlisting my busy schedule routine. This daily act has been going on for years and years and hopefully one day by the help of syntax structures, I will be able to cut my routine in half. Or indeed, start of with new sentences to improvise it. With darkness reigning over the atmosphere, I pay no attention to loudness of my alarm clock. Being lazy as always, I continue to sleep soundly as I lay on the bed like a dead corpse meanwhile missing several alarms. Five-thirty and I'm still asleep, six o'clock and still nothing. At six forty- five for some reason is the time I decide to show some sign that I'm alive and somewhat awake.
