pigra goliath

Shifts in that place wear me out in a strange way. I find myself not really tired and not really irritated, but dull somehow. Blunted. {four long weeks down the drain} Uncreative.

The monster's new bell sounds different. Slightly disconcerting, the difference in pitch makes me pay attention to the noise. I would rather be alerted to his presence every time he moves than not at all or at the expense of his comfort.

Let's be lazy.