Lethargy

I don’t feel like writing, today. I have a story in mind. Several stories… like a highrise building. However, I can’t seem to structure the thing. Get it? … Structure… Get it?

It’s 9:23 AM. I’m at my desk in my office staring at the ceiling. I look at the deep cracks in it, probably made by some tiny ant mutant who can cause “earthquakes”. The terrifying thing could have been protecting its colony. Or perhaps it is a tiny terrorist that wants to take over a colony. A little tyr-ANT.

Lol, tyr-ANT.

The cracks could have been made by termites. Or a multitude of lizards and pigeons that live in the eaves of this building. I fear that one day this ceiling might collapse on me but I’m comforted in the fact that Jesus is my Protector. And also that if the ceiling does collapse on me, that would count as a work injury and I’d get compensation for it. If it collapses without me being in the room though, I’d still get some time away from the office.

Win-win, yes?

Anyway, I’m in this single-story building, trying to structure a single story but I can’t because I don’t feel like it. I don’t feel like doing much of anything today. I didn’t even feel like ironing so I went to work in jeans and a t-shirt.

I hope my mood improves.

I also hope no one will notice my clothes.

Have a good week, guys.