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[desperance]

God, I feel crap. Not sick, exactly: just dozing-off-on-the-sofa tired, too tired to move or read or think; and utterly dispirited, defeated, like that.

Anybody wants me, I guess I'll be on the sofa.

Comments

[bookzombie.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, sorry to hear that! We both seem to be fine so I don't think we can have passed you anything...

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Nah, nothin' to do with you, hon. Yesterday was fun. Today, not so much...

[(Anonymous)]

Know exactly how you feel...

I blame it on the sunshine - not used to it...

Anyone wants me I'll be in the pub.

Slim
www.slimpalmer.com

[pennski.livejournal.com]

Here are those lolbrarians if it helps http://community.livejournal.com/lolbrarians/

And thanks for a lovely day yesterday.

[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

It's a good sofa; perhaps it has restorative powers?

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Perhaps it does. Who can say? I haven't actually seen the sofa for a month. I don't sit on it, I sit on strata that overlie it. And am defeated by the very notion of, you know, clearing stuff out of the way...

Which is of course what I shoulda been doing today, if I wasn't going to be writing. I have a houseguest in a couple of days. Maybe that's what's kiboshed me. Like the goalkeeper's fear of the penalty, I have the host's fear of the houseguest: it's a form of paralysis. Inertia. Accelerated entropy. Something.