When I was a kid I would embrace an opportunity to lay on the couch in my p.j.'s all day, guilt free, even if it meant feeling a little yucky. As a 26-year-old with stuff to do, it's just inconvenient.
It was all going well until I finished my book...now I'm bored, and there is nothing on tv, and no one calls me, and the internet is reminding me of everything I'm unable to do right now.
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