Sometimes it’s really hard to get out of bed in the morning.
I say this because I think it was past one in the afternoon that I got up today. And then it was another few hours before I deigned to get changed out of my pyjamas. (Don’t get jealous that I get to sleep in on a Monday. It’s my Sunday, and Saturday is my Friday. My week is very messed-up, but that’s ok).
But sometimes it’s not the best idea to lounge in bed all morning reading books. I’m not sure when those times are, but I’m pretty sure they exist. Sometimes you have to be an adult and to illustrate that fact, I would like to link you to this page, which expresses my feelings about that obligation pretty perfectly.
Who needs responsibility anyway?