The art of laziness

It's a fact. I am lazy. When I'm not at work, it's at LEAST after 2 pm that I get out of my pjs. I don't make doctors appointments until after 2, I don't take phone calls, texts are rarely returned until then. And why? Because I'm lazy. At this very moment; it's 2:38 in the afternoon. I have yet to get dressed, or put my contacts in, shower--nothing. I am procrastinating even getting up and walking the 5 feet to the bathroom. That is how lazy I am. I feel bad for those of you who "do things". Who wants to take the day off and clean? Or go to the gym? Or grocery shop? Put your pajamas back on, get back in the bed and savor the lazy. I wonder if it's raining? Sounds windy and the sun isn't shining through the blinds as brightly as normal but I'm too lazy to go check. I will have to get up soon and get dressed and at least appear to have done something with my day. So that my husband doesn't think I have spent the ENTIRE day under the covers, but who are we both kidding? He knows! And if not it's only a matter of time before he reads this and finds out. If I were to get something done today the real question would be: what is wrong with you?!

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