languorous

"what's your problem, how can i help?"

"no one can help me, it's of the soul..."

omigod!! i am freaking restless and yet, listless. languidity has found its way into my system, and it's intravenous... circulating throughout my body. my heart is pumping languidity, languidly into my arms, my brains, my legs...

oh wat do i need to have vigour? to do things with virility and vivacity?

oh i am begging, no, imploring...

rite! i need coffee. who says coffee and energy are mutually exclusive?