Dirty Messy Love

I get off work, get home, and lie down.

I don’t do dishes. I don’t vacuum the house. I don’t clear cardboard in the garage. I don’t do laundry. I don’t shower or clip my nails.

I get in pajamas, and I bury myself in a giant, soft, cushiony comforter; emphasis on the comfort. I get warm, I close my eyes, I’m weightless on my $1300 mattress. I drift off for an hour or two; much longer than I was supposed to nap for.

Why the FUCK am I so laaaazyyyy?? I’m addicted to comfort. I’m addicted to rest. I need to start being uncomfortable. I need to stop fucking resting every chance I fucking get…..