Instead of groaning, then rolling out of bed with a grumble as usual,
this morning I uncharacteristically sprang out of bed, strode to the
mirror and confidently whispered to myself "Let's do this"
Upon realising that today's a day off, I pointed to myself and replied "Well what do we say to the God of Procrastination? Not today" then slithered back in between the comfortable sheets of apathy and languor, to hibernate further into the warmth of idleness with a smile.
As I drifted off, I decided to convert to the religion of Snoozaism, an expression of the covenantal relationship between St Mattress and the Children of the Pillow. Sleeping in on Sundays is a sacrament. My God didn't create the world in seven days. He dreamt it. Hell is the hot side of the pillow. Purgatory is the snooze button on an alarm clock. #newtonsfirstlaw
Upon realising that today's a day off, I pointed to myself and replied "Well what do we say to the God of Procrastination? Not today" then slithered back in between the comfortable sheets of apathy and languor, to hibernate further into the warmth of idleness with a smile.
As I drifted off, I decided to convert to the religion of Snoozaism, an expression of the covenantal relationship between St Mattress and the Children of the Pillow. Sleeping in on Sundays is a sacrament. My God didn't create the world in seven days. He dreamt it. Hell is the hot side of the pillow. Purgatory is the snooze button on an alarm clock. #newtonsfirstlaw
