Life.

I'm pooped.

I don't remember the last time we did nothing, sprawled on the couch, flicking channels. Nada.

I don't remember when we last had a home-cooked meal, or when the kitchen was utilised, or when a pot of somethin'-somethin' was bubbling on the stove. Nah.

I don't remember the last time we chilled in front of the telly. Zilch.

I don't remember the last time we had a free moment.

And now I'm sick.

URGH.