still sitting here.
pretty sure i should get up, get showered, pour another cuppa tea and have breakfast.
but there's this leaden weight on me, just holding me down and i can't seem to shake it.
my procrastination is getting worse, i think.
and for all my heroic efforts to push through and reach out, i really just prefer
myself.
my productivity wanes the higher the sun climbs.
gross.
i am (currently, anyway) a gross, lazy blob - taking up space and wasting oxygen;
i'm running out of good excuses, and am too lazy to offer the mediocre ones.
just, gross.
and yet,
i'm restless.
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