Complete and Utter Sloth

I'm pretty sure sloth is one of the Seven Deadly Sins- and I guess I'm glad I'm not Christian, otherwise I'd be crying over how I've got my one-way ticket to hell. I slept late again last night, doing I don't even know what. My alarm woke me inconsiderately at 8am, and I almost slumped straight back down til it was 10am, when my mother decided to wake me. The amount of will-power it took for me to leave my dreams was incredible. My bed offered me warmth and comfort- the darkness of my blankets attempted to lure me back to a deep slumber. Then was the rest of my room, a frozen abyss with light which pierced my eyes.

And all you can think of is OH GOD WHY

So I compromised and sat in my bed, half-awake, and read my English text which I was supposed to have finished two weeks ago. I like the novel, except when there is a deadline to finish the text it diminishes the pleasure of reading considerably. When I got bored (which was not too long after I had picked up the novel), I started rolling around in bed, unable to settle yet unable to climb out. So I reached for my phone and started playing Temple Run. Maybe not the wisest choice.

After dying for the nth time, I gave up and left bed. I wrapped a coat around me and rolled onto my beanbag, which is less than 20cm away from my bed. I started to do some work, but work is generally ineffective when you decide you rather roll around on your beanbag than concentrate. Maybe it's a sign of stress or something, but I have been distracted all morning- and it is now afternoon. Even as I write I gaze out the window, watching the washing sway with the wind, and wondering whether I should go out for a jog. Yes, a jog- the idea seems rather inviting.

...Alternatively, I could roll back on to bed and play on my phone. Die more times in Temple Run.

I'm far too distracted to write.