Lacklustre, lifeless, limp, lacking get up and go. I'm having two of those days. Yesterday and today. Came on yesterday morning and I can't break free. Even naughty thoughts of naughty girls aren't enticing me. God I hate it when this happens. I need a slap across the chops with a wet fish. Or something.
I call it my time of the month. Unnanounced the dark descends upon me and I feel weary and dreary and dull. Oh Jeez,I can't even think of what to write.
Crap post, eh?
Sorry.
