:: what it feels to do nothing ::

Recovered from the tiredness of a packed weekend.
Though the downside of it, its not making me any fresher.
Worst, I keep waking up on the wrong side of the bed - all grumpy and lethargic.
Keep going in and out of slumber-land.

I've turned from a SLACKER to a LAZE-R.
It's getting worrying all right.
I know its an appropriate time to simply do nothing.
The little black box & lots of books had been my faithful companies.
I have not been running! I told the man I need new pair of trainers (lame excuse to not go for a run).
At the rate I'm going I think I should get one pair soon before the laze-r turned a pig-er.

It sure feels like hell when there's nothing to do.
*whines in exasperation*