Lately I haven’t been doing much of anything, and yet I’m exhausted. Don’t feel like writing. Don’t feel like blogging. I’m having trouble finding a book to keep me interested longer than one chapter. Too lazy to search for one on my Nook, never mind browse through a brick and mortar bookstore.
I think I’m a walking example of ‘lethargy’ — I love that word. Love its synonyms even more: sluggishness, stupor, torpor, languor, listlessness. That’s me. The only explanation I have for my condition is that’s it’s summer, and it’s hot.
The only thing that keeps me mildly amused is playing Castleville on Facebook, a very clever game that forces you to bug your friends all day by asking them to send you stupid random things, like a jellyfish or a wolf pelt. I’m sure they all hate me by now.
So if you don’t hear from me for a while and wonder if I’ve dropped off the planet, I probably have. Hopefully I won’t be gone too long.
Better go eat something <yawn>
