Ugh.
I’m pretty sure I’ve been bitten by a bug. Not a radioactive bug that granted me powers to spin a web any size, to catch thieves just like flies. No, this is a bug who had either narcolepsy or mono or maybe was told by his bug guidance counselor that he lacked motivation and direction and really need to get his act together or he’d wind up wasting his bug life… and he never did.
I’m exhausted and just beaten down at the moment. Zero miles today. Aches and pains. Hell, I haven’t even taken a shower — I just seem to stumble out of my bed and grab a bit of Powerade and some cruddy cereal bars before flopping back down and losing a few more hours to fitful, dark dreams. I awake 20, 30, 40 minutes later and the pattern repeats.
If it wasn’t a bug maybe it was a witch. Who have I crossed lately that might curse me with a lethargy hex?
These are ominous signs. What do the bones say? They foretell of the moon shot waning.
I have a bad feeling about…zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
