Ever have one of those days were you just don’t feel like doing a damned thing? Well, I’m having one of those weekends. Not only did I sleep in until the morning was just a memory both yesterday and today, but since getting up I’ve barely had the gumption to do much else other than sit around and stare at the carpet lint. I’ve not been fully dressed in the last 36 hours or so and meals have consisted of whatever I can manage to toss into a microwave or douse in milk.
Anne hasn’t been feeling terrible well herself lately and I’m not sure if I’m fighting off whatever bug she may have or if I’m just going through a minor fit of depression or what, but I’ve had no energy to speak of. There’s plenty of stuff that I could be doing, stuff I had planned on doing this weekend, but I just can’t seem to get myself motivated. I suppose I’ll just write this weekend off and call myself Slothboy for the moment.