Tired

I am tired. I need a vacation. Bored of home. Bored of routine. Change stalled and was shot before it could even walk in the door. Change better get its act together. Change better do something, or I will do something to Change.

I need to swim away from this storm of ennui. My brain became stagnant, like the waters where mosquitoes thrive and survive. I am sick. Not physically, but almost. My mind is sick. My acuteness of the senses, gone. Gone much like Change. I need a vacation.