If getting out of bed was easy…
Fuck it. I have no idea where I was going with that. IT’S JUST HARD.
My bed is soooo comfy and warm and I keep my apartment so cold and my man cat is so squishy and soft and full of cuddles and wondering when his food will come and he better not ever leave my side until he is fed is what I am thinking he is thinking. And the room stays so dark because the window is sort of in an alcove and surrounded by trees.
This has nothing to do with anything.
Today is a gym day. There is a whole pot of soaking beans to be slow cooked to Perfection with a capital P. I have homework that needs to be done. Heave ho, bitch.