Its 1:30 in the afternoon and but for getting coffee, going to the bathroom and getting beer I have not gotten out of bed! I feel horribly quilty about it. Though there’s absolutely NO ONE in the entire world that knows I’m still in bed, except me and you.
So why the guilt?
Because I have plants that need watering. I have dogs that are probably bored and I’m wasting my life away in this king sized bed. Alone. That’s where the guilt comes in I suppose. Maybe even a little shame.
I know many many people have it worse than me. But fuck them! This is my life and it sucks right now. So I play video games online, wander through this ridicously large house, have the TV on for company and lay in my lonely bed at mid-day and feel wasteful.