For some reason entirely unknown to me I'm having an "I don' wanna!" day. Everything's way too much effort in the light of how much gratification I think I'll get.
In a good world, someone would give me Calpol and hot milk, tuck me up in bed with lots of toys, and read me stories until I fall asleep.
Jus is at work. I'm cold and displaced and miserably can't-be-arsed. If I wasn't rational, I'd think it isn't a good world; fortunately, I know it's just me that isn't in a good state.