There's A Pattern Here...

OK.  This is getting serious.  I am starting to see a disturbing pattern here.  I probably won't find a way to work up the energy to do anything about it, but I think it's a rather healthy sign that I can identify the problem.

This business of dozing off on the couch every Saturday night is leading to some slacking off.  It always seems to go the same way.  I get sleepy while watching TV.  I tell myself that I will not fall asleep, though.  One should not sleep on the couch unless one is napping or sick.  Those are the only two times this is acceptable behavior.

That's usually the last thing I remember before waking up on Sunday Morning.

Then the pattern of irresponsible behavior begins to assert itself.  Once you start seeing the sofa as a bed, there is no going back.  The entire living room is now the bedroom.  When you live in a small place, there is no place to hide from The Lazy.  It's all over.

The lights have been blazing all night, the television has been aiming programming at eyes which cannot see and the computer has not been put to sleep.  This is disastrous for any virtual pets one might have living in their dashboard.  Unless these poor creatures are fed and entertained while the computer is on, bad things will happen.

I kill poor Flappie on a regular basis.  Should I even bother reviving him?

Because I have, according to my own perceptions, been in "bed" all day rather than on the couch, I have had no energy to do anything.  I am fed and watered.  That's good.  I may not have exactly gotten dressed unless you count the sweatpants I slept in as being "dressed," but I did managed to shower.  There has been little else in the way of activity.  I just can't seem to convince myself that I am up and ready for the day.  Couch=Bed.  End of story.  It will probably be Wednesday before I get the system reset.  

I managed to roll my bloated self over long enough to grab the sock-in-progress from the knitting basket at one point and even knit a couple of half-heartedly executed rounds.  But even that felt like a great deal work.  I was too lazy to even nap.  For what it's worth, I thought about doing lots of stuff.  Maybe next weekend, I'll even get around to doing it...

Meanwhile, though, I found myself rather bored.  The fact that it was my own fault for sleeping on the couch, thus destroying my ability to distinguish between "nighttime behavior" and "daytime behavior" made no difference whatsoever.  Thankfully, I can always count on Kat to send me something amusing on days when I am unable to work up the energy to be interested in much of anything.  I find it highly unlikely I'll ever have use for such a thing as a wedding cake topper or that, if I did, anyone would have the time to visit the bridal registry what with it being the end of the world and all.  But I think I could envision myself choosing this one should the need ever arise.  

I might even consider risking bringing about the End Of Days in order to have a wedding cake topper so in keeping with my highly sophisticated tastes.  If I wasn't left with a silly 'ol marriage when the whole thing was over with, I'd do it in a heartbeat!  I do love me some cake and crave constant attention, after all.

Besides, what groom wouldn't want a blushing bride who lolls around on the sofa all day 'n night and who can't clearly recall just why it is important to ever change out of her sweatpants? 

SA