So.
I sit here cross-legged in my antelope-jammies and my communist tee and grin sloppily at the wall.
Because grinning sloppily at walls is what I do for a living.
It has been too long since I perked up, stifled a guffaw and waddled with excitement to get myself a paper and a pencil and write what suddenly popped up in my mind.
Too long.
I feel old.
And very much like the balding dude in Southpark, reclining in a chair and listlessly playing War of the Worlds all day for lack of anything more productive to do.
I also feel the words ‘Slovenly’, ‘Slob’, ‘Couch-potato’, ‘Slothful’ and other more effective synonyms slap themselves on my forehead.

Sigh.