Currently I am so lazy I do not even want to be writting this simple sentence. The process of moving my hand up and down while gripping the pen with my fingertips is starting to send a slight burning sensation down the bottom of my forearm. I can also feel the laziness predominantly in my head. Directly behind my eyes lays a heavy pressure that trys to shut them, but they simply will not close. The weight of my eyelids feels so immense, though it really shouldn't be a struggle to lift them open. As I stit in this desk, I can also feel the laziness. It begins to take over my back, leaving me with a slocuhed posture. As the laziness grows more and more, my upper body slowly sinks lower and lower until my chest hits the unforgiving desktop. I am finally down, and there is no chance of getting back up. The laziness has consumed my whole entire body. It seems to be a being of its own. It has its own rules, and ultimatley will prevail victorious against you and your feeble mind.