Slack

It's tiring having reasons to get out of bed. My affairs are best conducted with a duvet overhead but all these deadlines and unwanted commitments keep on getting in the way of my aim of an aimless existence. I know I'm a fucking bore but I can't really think of much that actually seems worth getting up for.
I'm trying to sleep so try to keep it down when you're moaning that sleeping more's not an ambition and life's passing me by, I won't listen cos I don't really feel I'm missing out on anything.
I lurk behind closed curtains, an agoraphobic vampire, I find the plasma screen provides all the daylight i require. I do plan do go out sometimes but always without success. Seems I can't escape the clutches of my velcro couch or this sticky mattress. I'm a fucking bore, i know. All my get-up-and-go got up and left years ago and these square eyes aren't comfy focusing on anything further away than my tv.
I'm trying to sleep so try to keep it down when you're moaning that sleeping more's not an ambition and life's passing me by, I won't listen cos I don't really feel I'm missing out on anything.
Not been outside for weeks it helps maintain this pasty complexion. don't reckon the sun's much more than an annoying screen reflection. Apparently there's a whole world out there that I'm missing out on. I'd go and see if doing nothing didn't take so fucking long.