I’m having a severe case of Can’t Be Arsed at the minute. Days are blending. I’m getting very little done. I wake up a little come evening for some reason and so I get to sleep later (my body doesn’t want to sleep before 2 or 3am) and wake up later.
I think it’s funny that I am inventing reasons to leave the house to try to stem this inexorable tide of can’t-be-arsed-ness. I’m not one of those people who can go out just because one shouldn’t stay indoors all day. I have to have a reason, however flimsy.
So, I go to the shop for a magazine. I go to the shop for any other thing I can think of. Also, I go to the gym, but – and this is the funny part – I don’t go for the workout. I go because it’s the only way to ensure I have a shower. How lame is that?
I don’t do much if anything in the gym, like, maybe 1o minutes treadmill walking at OAP pace, before scarpering back to the changing rooms for that all-important shower. But, I say, whatever gets us through, right? We may have funny rituals and weirdnesses, but if it gets us through then it can’t be bad.
Anyway, just thought I’d share that. I’m actually just writing this to put off today’s gym visit, but it needs to get done. I haven’t showered for two and a half days now…