Lethargy pours from my pores.
Once again sleep haunts my diurnal course.
Ditzing in an evening and languish through the day.
Why must I be a magnanimous species?
The life of a feline would seem fitting, slumber and self interest the pivotal traits.
Not that I am gracious, but I have never heard of a heavy-handed cat, possibly because they do not have hands.
Perhaps I would be more stable on both levels, I have never heard of a sociopathic cat.
I've not heard of much, have I.
Ears for whiskers would be a fair deal.