Sitting on the toilet, reading FHM. Not so long ago, I'd feel a strong urge to masturbate. Today, I don't. I'm lazy, much lazier than I used to be. And numb. My belly is getting larger by the day and I don't seem to be doing anything about it. Stopped jogging, started eating junk food. I do not care about myself anymore. I'm dull.
Working like a slave doesn't help the situation — having no time to think things over makes it more difficult. So what? I'm dull.
Having a great chick by my side hardly excites me. I like watching TV and browsing the net.
I'm finished. I need to pull the handbrake or a swift change of scenery.
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