The Rut

I am in a rut. A giant bed-shaped rut. A giant bed-shaped month-long rut. I am pretty much wallowing in this ole rut of mine.

I want to get up, get out, honestly I do. I want to be so busy my feet hardly touch the floor, and I want to like it. Now when I'm busy it makes me grumpy and resentful. How dare you take away from my important sleeping time? What do I need to kickstart me?  I've tried new music, new food, new activities. It's all one big blah to me.

Maybe this new flat will do the trick, will give me a swift kick up the arse. And then, this new flat brings a whole load of new worries with it... but I can take. I have to...