Today is an absolutely beautiful day. Am I outside, reclined in a deck chair sipping at a freshly mixed smoothie? No, no I'm not. This has been my day so far.
So here I am typing away in my stuffy little room trying to think of something to write about.
I think to myself, "if I just hurry up and write something unfunny and not entertaining, I can go outside for a while." But today, I can't think of anything at all. The only thing on my mind at the moment is how many dishes there are in the sink, what my best route through the house would be to cause minimal effort when I wrangle that demon-lord vacuum cleaner.
I don't consider myself to be overly lazy, I just have a horrible set of priorities. As mother dear always used to say to me "GET YOUR PRIORITIES STRAIGHT KIDDO." I never did, still haven't.
For example, I'll be on the internet and this little voice will be in my head whispering, "hey Sean, Sean, hey! You've got stuff to do! There's a whole load of washing that finished an hour ago that needs to be taken out!" "Fuck off", I mutter as I get back to the incredibly important task of laughing at pictures of cats.
