When Moments, Become Memories

I have fallen off the cushions, of this couch, and in his shadow I shall tread. He is laziness.

It is now half past nine and I have given up all hope of being productive. I am haunted by my laziness and stupidity. My body aches and my eyes burn from lack of sleep. Yet, my mind grants me no reprieve. I am a Web Monkey. In the eerie darkness, of the room, I am in Oz. With only a retarded coworker as my companion, I search for a wizard. A wizard that will grant me freedom. With a passing light the darkness is broken, but it encroaches once again.