Mad At Self For Dozing Off While Meditating

(alternately titled: venerated uber transcendent state haint give me no lyft) Ultimate mission (ofttimes possible) closed eyed insight courtesy meditation ideally buoys state of consciousness to naturally induced doze zen realm disgruntlement arises if yours truly unaware headstrong winds overtake helm I invariably drift into light sleep hours later jostle awake (analogously experience self named compressed Rip Van Winkle syndrome) just smidgen fifty plus shades gray grizzle coating chin clumsily amble toward nearest sink splash cold water across face apply towel - daub cheeks various sundry mucus loosened thick globs phlegm subsequently, significantly, satisfactorily expel smallish secretion out nostrils (pressing one damned nostril closed expelling repeating process other nostril cleared) Semitic nose clean as a whistle don glasses to espy time digitally printed white within rectangular panel courtesy electricity illuminating Verizon set top box reckon eyes clockface reads what the ƒ*©* in dog's name... of Sam Hill, Judas Priest, Matthew Scott... dadgummit yikes, the time way past bewitching hour relaxation cast sleeping spell, I awoke with a start 'curse saliva drooling and curdling chin see? ole beastie boy body (mine) aging baby boomer codger don't be fooled by boyish good looks (mine) nevertheless feral, corporeal being somewhat refreshed particularly quaffing CALIFIA COLD BREW MOCHA to smooth edges jagged grogginess thus set self able, eager, ready, and willing to dash off aforementioned poem at expense handily deferred (furloughed) exercise ma moose hills with two fifteen pound dumbbells least till complete literary task which syrup rise ending snuck up from outer limits of twilight zone.