Lazy Sluggie

Today I woke up with a revelation – I have become a sluggie. For those of you who are thinking, “WTF is she crapping about” I am actually using a term connived by my brother, J.

Basically, it means a lazy prick. Full stop.

You see folks, I discovered that I have been infected by the Lazy Syndrome Disease (LSD). Chances are, if you rather be at home doing nothing rather than hanging out with your friends, or if you rather be at home sleeping than going out for a fun-filled night, you suffer LSD.

Fuck. I wasn’t always like this. Until I met a friend called WORK who eats up my time, leaving me exhausted with only the longing to go home to me bed for a good nap/sleep/snooze.

I even prefer my books to my friends! Honest to God! I mean, give me the option of going out or staying snuggled in bed with blue cheese and a book, I would pick the latter.

Dear me.

I’m still freaking young.

Err, Adrian, about those magic mushrooms….think they might help? *grins*