Every now and again, on a random basis, every person in the world is hit by an "Ah, Fuck It" ray. There's probably a supervillain behind it - The Red Sloth or somesuch thing. And it usually hits overnight, so whatever plans you had for the day, you stumble out of bed, yawn, stretch, scratch your ass and say "Ah, Fuck It."
Today was an Ah Fuck It Ray day.
Intended to bike early. Didn't get out of bed till gone 10. Had a couple of pieces to write and an edit to make progress on. But as it turned out, there was important sitting on my ass that needed doing, so instead I crossed that off my list.
No exercise, bar a bit of a walk (165 caloriesworth), then breakfast of three Weetabix (no banana). Three bowls (yes, three) of chicken noodle casserole, and one McDonalds chicken salsa supreme (515 calories). Could probably have productively added some biking into that, and thought about it.
Thought about it while sitting on my ass, on my couch, watching, as it happened, episodes of Series 7 of Doctor Who.
Went out tonight - hence the McDonalds - and watched The Imitation Game. Good movie. Always makes me melancholy to think of what happened to Turing.
Tomorrow, d has a day shift in work, and a night bingo party to be in. I'm doing my thing - jumping on a train to Cardiff, and hoping to do the things I would have done today, had I not become a mindless pawn of the Sloth. Which includes coming home at a reasonable hour and biking some of my ass off. Need to push to make progress by Tuesday.
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