I don’t have to
I should work out, but I’m not going to.
I should do some laundry, but I’m not going to.
I should write about seeing Weird Al two Fridays ago, but I’m not going to.
I should write about meeting new people in Portland two Sundays ago, but I’m not going to.
I should plan something healthy for dinner tonight, but I’m not going to.
I’ll do all those things soon.
Instead, I’m going to read my book.
I’m going to fold the clothes I’ve already washed and do the rest tomorrow.
I’m going to think about what I’ll write about Weird Al and Portland peeps and be better prepared for it when I get there.
I’m going eat pasta and garlic bread and not feel guilty about it, even though I had Indian food last night and should never eat again.
I’m going to be still and quiet and go to bed early and get a normal night’s sleep that will end with my alarm at 5am tomorrow.
If I do it right, 5am won’t hurt that much, and when I get to the end of the workday, I’ll have the energy to work out and do laundry and make dinner and write bloggy things with pictures.