fredericks | (no subject)

Lethargic. Le-thar-gic. What a neat word. What an apt word. At first I thought I was full of energy but then I realized I just couldn't focus and so would flit from task to task. I've spent the last week up and about. My bed rolls up and so I can't really lay in it all day unless I don't fold it up in the morning...which, oddly enough, I've been unwilling to do. I feel this drive to keep my room semi-decent at all times, and that includes folding up my sheets and neatly packing away the bed in the morning. The morning starts around 7, with a trip to the store for the Times. I return to the apartment and make a cup of coffee and blah blah blah. Can't focus for the life of me. I would nap but then I'd feel like I was wasting time. So I stay up and run from the Mezzanine to the living room to my room and back again, world without end.