Let's get down to business.

Sloth seeps from my pours in an oozing lethargy, onset by the tedium of forced relaxation. With the intention of growing disillusioned by the freedom of vacation, I've rested now to the point of sickness, tired from too much sleep. An excited tremor grows inside of me and buzzes with the knowledge that soon this binge will turn to purge, and the stagnation shall flow out in a tidal wave of productivity.