I really should do the dishes, but I don’t want to.
Maybe I should write on the blog, my stats have sucked lately; but I don’t really wanna do that either. I kinda just wanna do nothing.
Nothing? That’s not productive.
Productivity is overrated (says the girl who practices multitasking like her life depends on it).
Really, I just don’t wanna do anything but I know if I don’t I will be mad at myself later. What about reading? That’s like doing something but not, plus maybe it will inspire you to write something. You have a million books in your queue.
Ugh, but reading?? That always makes me sleepy. It’s like NyQuil for my brain. Which is really sad since I enjoy reading. Remember when I used to do that summer reading list for the public library? I always filled the page and I always got that little pizza just for me. Oh, and the holographic button, that made me feel so cool and accomplished.
How is it as kids we got all this positive reinforcement and now the only time we get to feel good about ourselves is when someone likes our Facebook status, or our blog post? That’s pretty sad, pathetic even. I should write a blog post about that.
But that means getting up from the couch. I’m so comfy!
Comfy. Is that really a word? Who came up with that?!
I want to invent a word. Well, you’ll never do it if you don’t get up off your ass!!!!!!!!
Well now you made me not want to do anything anymore.