Yetzirah, will you please haul your bod over here and slap me upside the head? I need an infusion of something, or a diffusion of laziness. I'm so tired of the slob I've become.
I see this mess and think, I gotta get to it. Then, Ah, I can't handle this today. But I wonder how many more tomorrows there are?
One of these days, everything is going to tumble down on me and bury me.
Maybe unplugging this here contraption would help. I'd rather be here than dusting, or straightening, or putting things away. I'm a computer junkie. And withdrawal just ain't happenin'!
OK, so I've been sick for a month. But this has been going on for years. Well, at least for the last five. My excuse? I hate this apartment. No excuse.
Help?