Stuck

I feel like I'm decomposing somehow.

Or maybe that's not a very good description at all.  

I'm stagnant, is more like it, trapped like carbonite Han Solo.  

Life has slowed down to such a pace that every single day is almost entirely like the last one.  The uniformity and its implications for the rest of my life are sickening. 

I'm tired, honestly.

Bored.

I'm in a bog, mired and unmoving.

I need something.

Anything.

(Preferably with 12% alcohol)