One of those days - lethargy run through every vein of your body. Wait, it doesnt run. It seeps down, with an excruciating slowness. No wait, for want of a better term, it just prevails.
You dont feel like doing absolutely anything that would include moving your rear end from the dead-to-the-world posture you are lying down in, and you loathe yourself for it.
The prospect of awesomeness in a million frames in hundreds of GBs of DVDRips dont interest you, listening even to your own phone's ringtone is a torture, lest listening to any uplifting mad music, you dont even notice the smell of virgin pages of the newly bought and unfinished book which otherwise excites you, obviously - reading it requires you to take the book from your bag for starters, which needs moving your rear end from the bed - so thats ruled out.
You cant go out - the prickly summer sun waits outside in its full evil glory, and even if you think you can survive that, you dont have anywhere to go or anyone to meet. You dont even feel like watching the replay of the Arsenal game the day before - this when they won it in style.
All you see is the ceiling of your room behind the shady circle formed by the fan blades rotating above you, and it kills you to do it - but you are trying to find out the rhythm in the creaking of that fan.
May be I am already dead.
Let me check.
2 comments:
Oh man! ultra mega bored huh? Didn't go home this weekend? or are already in Pni?
Went home, ran out of ideas after that.
Food was the only saving grace.
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