The sane part of my brain tells me it’ll be better if I just get up, then I can do my exercises and do some painting and stuff. But the other part of my head that’s a lazy son if a bitch says
“hey kid, your sleepy, you can just lay around in bed, that’s totally fine. In fact go back to sleep and don’t even bother working out like you planned.”
I …am my own worst enemy.
I wish I had money, so I could pay a personal trainer to force me to do these things.
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