evile

Mar. 23, 2004

I have a very interesting way of lying to myself these days.

At work, I come up with all these grand schemes of things I wanna do:
workout, house cleaning, clearing out closets, masonry repair, bla
bla bla bla bla bla bla.

And then I get home and of course I'm too exhausted, it's too dark,
whatever whatever bla bl a bla excuse excuse excuse. So I eat and go
to bed. And blame work for wearing me out.

Then on weekends I force myself to sleep as long as possible, because
all I have if I wake up is work. And I don't really wanna work. So I
sleep until it hurts, then get up and read and drink coffee for a few
hours, which takes me into the afternoon, when I start thinking about
what to make for dinner & watching TV.

And that's my weekend.

Some day when I'm old and weak & unhealthy I am going to regret all
the youth & strength I wasted on being lazy.