A snail's pace.

Once again, I find myself in a situation where I can't quite keep up with the world around me.

What can I say? I'm adverse to work.

It doesn't help when I feel that I'm on the diving end of a sinking ship. The inevitable has been repeatedly kept at bay, but you can only try your best to shovel shit and dispose of it before it overwhelms you and you find yourself neck-high in feces.

I'm the horse that you bet wrongly on.

I wish everything would stop.