lundi 7 décembre 2009
Help me up PLEASE
Lethargic. That’s how I’m going to start this. So lethargic that reaching for the remote control feels like the New York marathon. So lethargic that reaching for the ashtray seems like a mission to the moon. So lethargic that I always have to be leaning on something to keep me from falling. I am forcing myself to get out of the house. I am going to walk to my lunch. I feel like everything is so long, wrong and boring. I feel like a blob. I big heavy blog of pudding. I’ll put on some Aretha Franklin, hopefully that will give me enough energy to put some clothes on.
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what's the solution?
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