tired, and just absolutely slow and uninspiring more than anything dead. the anthesisi to what you’d like to be associated with. it’s not a happy place. it’s hot, sweaty, sticky, and all around uninspiring.
Today I feel lethargic. How many days has it been since I slept? Days, months, years? I can’t remember anymore. I don’t know when I became like this. Or how. All I remember is the voice I started hearing. Over and over again.
It was the middle of the day and I felt that the essence of most of it had drifted through me, had found itself already a kind of distant “yesterday”, I felt that the yesterday would bring something back for me, would remember me as I’m remembering it.
Every day; so tired. Facing facts and racing your heart, crying for relief. So many wasted words and procrastination. What bitter poison the next and the next, to continue, abated by self.
He did not think twice about reaching over to answer the phone. He had been feeling rather lethargic since she left him crying on the floor, begging her to stay.
“It’s so fucking /hot/,” he groaned, fanning himself with a manilla folder. “Are you sure the fan is broken?”
A sigh was heaved from across the room. “Positive. The more times you ask won’t magically fix it.”
Today. This morning. It’s Monday. Haven’t put myself in a position to get out of this lethargy. Grand plans in place today, we’ll see what comes of them. It is what it is. Each choice, leading to another. That’s this morning. I’ll just have to see where it goes. Beyond that, it’s a good word. Lethargy
There was only one way to describe her, he thought; lethargic. She didn’t seem to care about jack all, and there was a sort of sluggish feeling to her every movement; every word that came out of those perfect fucking lips.
Dragons lie across the valley, lethargic in the heat, bellies swollen and glistening green-yellow with the eggs they protected. Above, on the valley rim, two thousand soldiers circled, watching for something else, something worse than dragons.
At dusk, a comet blazed across the purple sky, trailing gold fire and turning from the stars to the dragon-filled valley. The soldiers raised their spears and lifted their cannons. A rumble started below, dozens of dragons with slitted eyes watching as the comet tore through the air, a ripple of black heat swelling into that something else.
well that sums up monday – especially this wet, mid-30s, grey, gray, and every tone between black and grey with puddles and mud and a myriad of tiny red tree seeds covering the neighbor’s sidewalk.
The car was lethargic, much like himself on this cold January morning. He had wasted too much time and energy that morning shouting at the kids to get ready for school, and he just could not find it in himself to shout at the car as well. As he sat staring out the front windscreen, wondering if he should run for the bus or just call in sick, snowflakes started gathering on the glass, making his decision for him.
She lay on the beach, feeling the sun warming her skin, occasionally leaning up on her elbows to look out at the ocean, trying to spot the face of her husband, wearing his ridiculous goggles and his t-shirt to prevent getting sunburned while he swam. She leaned down again, enjoying the shade of the tree she lay beneath, and decided to take a nap.
it took me forever to lift my thigh. m y legs splayed across the ground, my torso halfway on the flat mattress. i was dozing in the sun like a cat on a saturday afternoon on 4 o’ clock. the knocking on my door didn’t cease. when i fianlly managed to open my eyes, the intruder had long been gone.
This is the most lethargic person i had ever met. A person who does his work slowly. A person who did his work without thinking. A person who doesn’t want to change. His habitss, his attitude, his life is the worst i had met.
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Today, I’m not feeling lethargic in the least bit. I’m feeling like I should accomplish some goals; like I should get some work out of the way before it starts to pile too high. I think I’ll do just that.
For the past few weeks, I was studying, studying and studying. The feeling of being lethargic came to my mind, the feeling of being unable to concentrate and the feeling of being frustrated for not being able to focus.
The infection of lethargy is the most dangerous thing I can think of, as its very nature means that the more serious the problem, the more difficult it is for you to even try and resolve it. And I do not use the word ‘infection’ out of hand; a community built on the rocks of tiredness and procrastination will bring forth nothing but exactly that.
I have no idea what the word means. It appears at first glance to mean something related to a sickness, but somehow I don’t think it is. It could be something to do with how you act or talk. Or maybe something related to the brain. I guess I’ll only know after I submit this, and google it.
He sat there in the usual way: Not paying attention, the lack of interest clearly showing. And the longer I watched him, the angrier I got. I wanted to shake him until he would stand up.
I do feel a bit of that. Uhmm, a part of me I guess. I mean I have to attend to some of life’s pressing needs like working to send in some cash albeit not enough most of the time to pay for all the debts in my life.
I was overwhelm when I finally got well from my ailment caused by the flu that racked my body for the last four weeks. Now, however I am a bit lethargic and unable to get anything done around the home.
Her eyes move back and forth slowly, her hands resting on the chair arms. She’s tired, I can see it in the tilt of her chin, the curve of her back.
tired, and just absolutely slow and uninspiring more than anything dead. the anthesisi to what you’d like to be associated with. it’s not a happy place. it’s hot, sweaty, sticky, and all around uninspiring.
Today I feel lethargic. How many days has it been since I slept? Days, months, years? I can’t remember anymore. I don’t know when I became like this. Or how. All I remember is the voice I started hearing. Over and over again.
It was the middle of the day and I felt that the essence of most of it had drifted through me, had found itself already a kind of distant “yesterday”, I felt that the yesterday would bring something back for me, would remember me as I’m remembering it.
Every day; so tired. Facing facts and racing your heart, crying for relief. So many wasted words and procrastination. What bitter poison the next and the next, to continue, abated by self.
He did not think twice about reaching over to answer the phone. He had been feeling rather lethargic since she left him crying on the floor, begging her to stay.
“It’s so fucking /hot/,” he groaned, fanning himself with a manilla folder. “Are you sure the fan is broken?”
A sigh was heaved from across the room. “Positive. The more times you ask won’t magically fix it.”
Today. This morning. It’s Monday. Haven’t put myself in a position to get out of this lethargy. Grand plans in place today, we’ll see what comes of them. It is what it is. Each choice, leading to another. That’s this morning. I’ll just have to see where it goes. Beyond that, it’s a good word. Lethargy
He had been in a coma for twenry years so it was no suprise his legs were lethargic
Guys really I had to google what lethargic meant I’m dumb this is dumb and it’s the best I can do at the moment so please bare with me damn it.
There was only one way to describe her, he thought; lethargic. She didn’t seem to care about jack all, and there was a sort of sluggish feeling to her every movement; every word that came out of those perfect fucking lips.
Dragons lie across the valley, lethargic in the heat, bellies swollen and glistening green-yellow with the eggs they protected. Above, on the valley rim, two thousand soldiers circled, watching for something else, something worse than dragons.
At dusk, a comet blazed across the purple sky, trailing gold fire and turning from the stars to the dragon-filled valley. The soldiers raised their spears and lifted their cannons. A rumble started below, dozens of dragons with slitted eyes watching as the comet tore through the air, a ripple of black heat swelling into that something else.
well that sums up monday – especially this wet, mid-30s, grey, gray, and every tone between black and grey with puddles and mud and a myriad of tiny red tree seeds covering the neighbor’s sidewalk.
The car was lethargic, much like himself on this cold January morning. He had wasted too much time and energy that morning shouting at the kids to get ready for school, and he just could not find it in himself to shout at the car as well. As he sat staring out the front windscreen, wondering if he should run for the bus or just call in sick, snowflakes started gathering on the glass, making his decision for him.
She lay on the beach, feeling the sun warming her skin, occasionally leaning up on her elbows to look out at the ocean, trying to spot the face of her husband, wearing his ridiculous goggles and his t-shirt to prevent getting sunburned while he swam. She leaned down again, enjoying the shade of the tree she lay beneath, and decided to take a nap.
it took me forever to lift my thigh. m y legs splayed across the ground, my torso halfway on the flat mattress. i was dozing in the sun like a cat on a saturday afternoon on 4 o’ clock. the knocking on my door didn’t cease. when i fianlly managed to open my eyes, the intruder had long been gone.
This is the most lethargic person i had ever met. A person who does his work slowly. A person who did his work without thinking. A person who doesn’t want to change. His habitss, his attitude, his life is the worst i had met.
fdsafdsfda
fdsafdsasdfasdfasdfasd
fdsasdfa\
Today, I’m not feeling lethargic in the least bit. I’m feeling like I should accomplish some goals; like I should get some work out of the way before it starts to pile too high. I think I’ll do just that.
For the past few weeks, I was studying, studying and studying. The feeling of being lethargic came to my mind, the feeling of being unable to concentrate and the feeling of being frustrated for not being able to focus.
The infection of lethargy is the most dangerous thing I can think of, as its very nature means that the more serious the problem, the more difficult it is for you to even try and resolve it. And I do not use the word ‘infection’ out of hand; a community built on the rocks of tiredness and procrastination will bring forth nothing but exactly that.
I have no idea what the word means. It appears at first glance to mean something related to a sickness, but somehow I don’t think it is. It could be something to do with how you act or talk. Or maybe something related to the brain. I guess I’ll only know after I submit this, and google it.
He sat there in the usual way: Not paying attention, the lack of interest clearly showing. And the longer I watched him, the angrier I got. I wanted to shake him until he would stand up.
This is so cool!
I do feel a bit of that. Uhmm, a part of me I guess. I mean I have to attend to some of life’s pressing needs like working to send in some cash albeit not enough most of the time to pay for all the debts in my life.
I was overwhelm when I finally got well from my ailment caused by the flu that racked my body for the last four weeks. Now, however I am a bit lethargic and unable to get anything done around the home.
Lethargic. Ok. Lethargic. Seriously, can someone fix the bugs on this program. I don’t want to keep going to the same page.
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Tiredness hits you like a syrupy fog. Just moving is painful. Your brain feels heavy, and the floor feels magnetic.
That’s me! Quite a lot of the time actually. I need some ‘get up and go’, being lethargic isn’t good.