Well, get up, slacker.
Okay, I know I am awake, but I am (lamely) sore due to actually walking places rather than drive (shut up! If you say it like it is a concious “healthy choice” rather than “completely broke and don’t have a car” it sounds better). So I want to lay here on my comfy comfy bed.
It is truly amazing how much more comfortable my bed becomes when I have to get up. If I think of my bed as a weird passive aggressive entity it makes this process more understandable. For some reason my imaginary bed entity has a bad french accent a’ la’ peppy la pue, “huh, huh, huh…you want to get up? Well, try *dis* level of comfy…isn’t it nice. You know you don’t want to leave me. Oh, you can sleep in this day? Well, are my spikes comfy now? I didn’t sink so…”
Alright, maybe I need to get up now. ^sigh^
Have a good day folks.
^kisses & hugs^